"It's the Sunshine," said a little, soft, cheery voice, "and I want to come in!"
"N -- no," said the little pink rose, "you can't come in." And she sat still again.
Pretty soon she heard the sweet little rustling noise at the key-hole.
"Who is there?" she said.
"It's the Sunshine," said the cheery little voice, "and I want to come in, I want to come in!"
"No, no," said the little pink rose, "you cannot come in."
By and by, as she sat so still, she heard tap, tap, tap, and rustle, whisper, rustle, all up and down the window pane, and on the door, and at the key-hole.
"Who is there?" she said.
"It's the Rain and the Sun, the Rain and the Sun," said two little voices, together, "and we want to come in! We want to come in! We want to come in!"
"Dear, dear!" said the little Rosebud, "if there are two of you, I s'pose I shall have to let you in."
So she opened the door a little wee（一点点） crack, and in they came. And one took one of her little hands, and the other took her other little hand, and they ran, ran, ran with her, right up to the top of the ground. Then they said, -- "Poke your head through!"
So she poked her head through; and she was in the midst of a beautiful garden.
It was springtime, and all the other flowers had their heads poked through; and she was the prettiest little pink rose in the whole garden!