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.
