About noon
`` How soon are we going to start ? '' said Aladdin . `` We 've got to wait till the snow 's pretty well melted , '' said Manners . `` About noon , I think . '' Then , because he was very tired and sick and weak , and perhaps a trifle delirious , Aladdin asked Manners if he would mind holding his hand . Manners took the hand in his , and a thrill ran up Aladdin 's arm and all over him , till it settled deliciously about his heart , and he slept . The sun rose , and dazzling beams of light filled the room .