So one day, she went into the garden, taking her rose with her. “Shall I ask? or shall I not?” she kept thinking, but she could not make up her mind.
So she counted on the buttons of her dress.
“Yes; no; yes; no; yes; no;
My mother told me to say—
Yes; no.”
“Oh, dear,” sighed Lilla, “I wanted it to come, ‘yes’—I am going to ask for them!”
So she said the magic rhyme:
“Rose, Rose, bring to me
Everything I wish to see.”
But no soap bubbles came. She looked all around the garden, even up in the branches of the trees, but no bubbles were to be seen.