"THE FAZENDA OF THE SENHOR DIAS STOOD UPON A HILL OVERLOOKING THE AMAZON."
Affonzo was very tired the day after his jaunt through the forest, and toward evening he lazily lay in a cool hammock swinging back and forth. His sister sat on a cushion at his feet listening in delight to the story of his adventures.
Lola was only eight years old and she thought her big brother of eleven quite the most wonderful boy in the world.
"How I wish you could have been with me, Lola," said Affonzo. "Of course you could not, for girls can not go to the places that boys can. But it was most exciting! What you would like would be to hear Vicente. He told me a wonderful story."
"Do tell it to me," said Lola, and Affonzo retold the story of the Gilded Man, to her great delight.
"Oh! what a nice story," cried Lola as he finished. "What was the Indian's house like?"
"It wasn't a real house, you know," said Affonzo. "It was a little round hut all thatched with straw, and he had bows and arrows and all kinds of things." Affonzo was rather vague in his description. "The trees around were the finest I ever saw. Oh! I am sure there is no country in the world like ours!"