ABSTRACT
That was the kind of boy he was. He refused to obey his parents, and would not learn any trade. His poor father be came so desperate and upset over his son’s naughtiness that presently he fell sick and died. Even then Aladdin carried on in the same way. So his mother, seeing her husband was dead and her son was a ne’er-do-well and a good-for-nothing, sold the shop and all its contents and took to cotton-spinning, pro viding for herself and her worthless son out of her hard toil. As for Aladdin, finding himself free now of his father’s tire some control he became more of a scamp and a wastrel than ever; he never darkened the door of their house except at mealtimes. His wretched mother meanwhile supported him by her spinning, until he was fifteen years old.
