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be unloaded in the yard, and properly fed, he invited his guest into supper. The captain, having seen the jars placed ready in the yard, followed Ali Baba into the house, and after supper, was shown to the chamber where he was to sleep.
It happened that Morgiana was obliged to sit up later that night than usual, to get ready her master’s bathing linen for the following morning; and while she was busy about the fire, her lamp went out, and there was no more oil in the house.
After considering what she could possibly do for a light she recollected the thirty-eight oil jars in the yard, and determined to take a little oil out of one of them for her lamp. She took her oil-pot in her hand and approaching the first jar, the robber within said, “Is it time, captain?” Any other slave, perhaps, on hearing a man in an oil-jar, would have screamed out; but the prudent Morgiana instantly recollected herself, and replied softly, “No, not yet; lie still till I call you.” She passed on to every jar, receiving the same question, and making the same answer, till she came to the last, which was really filled with oil.
