The grandmother was to go to his house at once and ask his parents to give her some clothes, for those he had on were shabby and soiled, but she was to make believe that she wanted them for herself.
When the old woman reached the boy’s home, the parents welcomed her very kindly and asked what they could do for her.
“Let me have some of your son’s clothes,” said she. “My little granddaughter and I are very poor, and the weather is cold.”
“Alas!” sighed the man. “Our son is lost to us, and I fear he will not want his clothes any more. He would be happy to know that they were of use to you.”
They gave her the very best parka and mukluks the boy had, also some food. She thanked them heartily, and went home as fast as she could, for the sight of their sad faces made her feel that no time must be lost in making them happy again.
By the time the boy was dressed, and they had all had some food, it was evening. Then the two children ran hand in hand to the kasga, where the people were gathering to sing songs and play games.
The little girl went in first, and asked if she too might sing. They gave her a drum, and she sang a wonderful song, all about a dream she had had, which really was the story of how the lamp had found the boy and brought him home.
The sad parents were there, and the mother began to cry for her son, and the father said, “I wish that dream would come true!”
Just as he said this, the boy gave a shout and rushed into the room. You can imagine how surprised they all were, and how happy too.
Then the little girl slipped quietly out and went home with a shining face.