"My name is Aladdin," answered the boy. He wondered who the stranger
might be.

"And what is your father's name?" the Magician asked.

"My father was Mustapha the tailor, but he died when I was only two
years of age," replied Aladdin.

"Alas!" cried the Magician, pretending to weep. "He was my brother, and
you must be my nephew. I am your long lost uncle."

Then he embraced Aladdin and gave him five gold coins, saying, "Come
with me, and I will show you the sights."

They went from the city, through pretty gardens, into the open country.
They walked a long distance.

The Magician gave Aladdin some delicious fruit to eat and told him
wonderful stories. The lad scarcely noticed how very far they had gone.

At last they reached a valley between two mountains.

The Magician stood still for a moment and looked about him.

"Ah!" he exclaimed. "This is the very place for which I have been
searching. Gather some sticks. I will kindle a fire."

Soon the fire was burning merrily. The Magician took a curious powder
from his girdle. He mumbled strange words as he sprinkled it upon the