he entered a deep forest. It was evening and the wind was sighing in
the great trees. A winding road stretched before him like a gray
ribbon.

Soon he came to where a boy sat by the side of the road. The boy sat
on a small Oriental rug, and by his side stood a very peculiar lamp.
The boy was clad in a purple garment made of silk, with slippers to
match. He wore a very fine skull-cap, also of silk, and a pig-tail
hung down his back. His eyes were very peculiar. They were placed in
his head a little on end; but they were bright and friendly. His mouth
was like a little bow. The lips were merry and red. His cheeks were
like peaches.

Everychild stopped and looked at the boy, and the boy smiled at him.
"I am trying to think of your name," said Everychild, pondering.
Surely he had seen this boy before--but where?

"Everychild knows me," returned the boy. "My name is Aladdin."

"Aladdin--of course!" said Everychild. He sat down by Aladdin on the
Oriental rug. "And this is your lamp," he said, his eyes shining.

"Alas!--yes," replied Aladdin sadly; and Everychild was surprised that
Aladdin could speak sadly. But Aladdin said no more about the lamp
just then. He turned his eyes, which seemed a bit askew, upon
Everychild. "You were marching bravely as you came along," he said.
"I was watching you. And I thought to myself, 'How can any one walk
bravely along a road like this?'"

For an instant Everychild's heart was troubled. "Isn't it a good road