'Then they unloosed the spells, and became themselves again. "Oh, it is so nice to be a flower!" they cried, laughing and clapping their hands. But Melilot knew no spell.
At last, seeing how her sisters turned into flowers, and came back safe again, "I will be a rose!" she cried; "turn me into a rose and out again!"
Then her three sisters joined their tongues together, and finished the spell over her. And so soon as she had become a rose-tree, the three sisters turned into three moles, and went down under the earth and gnawed at the roots.
Then they came up, and took their own forms again, and sang,—
"Sister, sister, here you are now,
Till the ploughman come with the Galloping Plough!"
Then they turned into bees, and sucked out the honey from the roses, and coming to themselves again they sang,—
"Sister, here you must doze and doze,
Till they bring you a flower of the Burning Rose!"
'Then they shook the dewdrops out of her eyes, crying,—