'No,' was the answer, 'we are there now!'
'I'm glad of that,' said Hassan; 'I want some light.'
'Very sorry!' exclaimed the Magician.
'And something to eat,' said Hassan.
'Very sorry,' answered the Magician again, but he did not sound sorry in the least. Hassan thought he sounded quite glad, though there did not seem much to be glad about. Then Hassan began to stamp about on the grass just as if he were at home, and he scowled until his forehead was full of wrinkles, only he might as well have laughed, for there was nobody to see him.
'Now,' said the Magician, 'I hope you will make yourself quite at home. Everybody does exactly as he likes here. What should you like to do?'
'You said I could have anything I asked for,' answered Hassan, 'and I should like something nice to eat.'
'Well,' said the Magician very civilly, 'you can look round and choose anything you see.'
'What's the use of looking round,' asked Hassan, 'if I can't see anything?'
'No, no!' cried the Magician very politely, 'of course not. No use at all.'