a terrible voice:

"I don't wahnt to go! I don't wahnt to go!"

But they dragged her along. That girl had no father, and her
mother walked the streets. She would never have any beauty
nor any grace; she was dirt of the dirt, dirty, but she had a
heart of mercy and could not bear to look upon suffering.

"I don't wahnt to go! I don't wahnt to go!" and now the
scream was a shudder.

Aladdin's street was crowded to suffocation, and the front of
the house where Aladdin lived was blown out, and men with
grave faces were going about among the ruins looking for what
was left of Aladdin's father.

A much littler boy than Aladdin stood in the yard of the
house. In his arms folded high he clutched a yellow cat, who
licked his cheek with her rough tongue. The littler boy kept
crying, "'Laddin, 'Laddin!"

Aladdin took the little boy and the yellow cat all into one
embrace, and people turned away their heads.




VII