“Oh, dear! if I could only think of something to say,” she said.
She stood there looking at the rose, and lifted it to her lips without thinking. As soon as she had done it, she found herself saying:
“Horse, horse, open the door,
I never wished you so much before.
Take me away,
Horsey, I pray,
Horse, horse, open the door!”
The door flew open, and there stood a horse. Tina climbed up on his back, touched him with the rose, and he trotted out. The door swung to, and they set off down the road.
“How glad I am to get out of there, and yet I thought I was in my own room,” said Tina.
“I wonder where the horse will take me?”