appeared to reflect. "No," she said; "we must wait till dark. There are people about, and they'd kill you. Can you live in that hole till dark?"
"If you could throw down a lot of hay," said Aladdin. "It's very wet down here and hard."
The girl went, and came with a bundle of hay.
"Look out for the lantern," she called, and threw the hay down to him. She brought, in all, seven large bundles and was starting for the eighth, when, by a special act of Providence, the flooring gave again, and she made an excellent imitation of Aladdin's shute on the previous evening. By good fortune, however, she landed on the soft hay and was not hurt beyond a few scratches.
"Did you notice," she said, with a little gasp, "that I didn't scream?"
"You aren't hurt, are you?" said Aladdin.
"No," she said; "but—do you realize that we can't get out, now?"
She made a bed of the hay.
