It grew and grew, and now new buds and leaves and blossoms appeared; and when at last it left the velvet chair and climbed out of the casement again, it was a glorious plant, such as had never before been seen.

All the passers-by stopped to look at it and admire it.

Little children reached up to pluck the glowing blossoms, and sick and weary people gained strength and courage from breathing their delicious perfume.

The world was better and happier for the rose, and the rose knew it, and was glad.
But when the princess awoke, she took up her golden mirror again, and looking in it, saw a pale and wrinkled and gray-haired woman looking at her.

Then she shrieked, and flung the mirror on the ground, and rushed out of her palace into the wide world.