One day Aladdin was playing in the street. A tall, dark man stood watching him. When the game was finished, the man beckoned to Aladdin to come to him.
"What is your name, my boy?" asked the man, who was a Magician.
"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.