"How soon are we going to start?" said Aladdin.
"We've got to wait till the snow's pretty well melted," said Manners. "About noon, I think."
Then, because he was very tired and sick and weak, and perhaps a trifle delirious, Aladdin asked Manners if he would mind holding his hand. Manners took the hand in his, and a thrill ran up Aladdin's arm and all over him, till it settled deliciously about his heart, and he slept.
The sun rose, and dazzling beams of light filled the room.
