My country has shades
Where the Sabia sings
The birds of your glades
No like melody brings
Our Heaven has more stars
Our fields have more flowers
Our woods have more life
Our life has more love.
[7] Preserves.
[8] Cocoa jelly.
CHAPTER VI
EN ROUTE TO RIO
Para is one of the most beautiful of Brazilian cities, with large cool houses, and squares and gardens gay with wonderful orchids,—purple, crimson, gold and white.
The weeks spent at grandmamma's were full of delight to Affonzo and Lola, and they enjoyed all the pleasant happenings of life in the city. One day in October they sat in the garden playing with the pet monkey, a saucy little creature with a thousand cunning tricks and ways, almost human in his intelligence.
"I wonder how soon we shall go home," said Affonzo. "I begin to weary of doing nothing."
"I do not know," said Lola. "But I heard mamma say something strange about it to-day. She and my father were talking while I was playing with the cockatoo and mamma said, 'It will be a long trip and I should dislike to leave them behind.' 'It would do you little good to go with them,' said my father, and mamma replied that the worry of leaving them would take away all the pleasure of the trip if they were not to accompany her; then she saw me looking and bade my father be silent. What trip could they mean?"