"You are most kind, grandmamma," cried both children, and when their friends came, they all repaired to the shady garden behind the house. There were about a dozen boys and girls all chattering at once, but in a moment's quiet Lola said, "Let us play 'Dona Sancha.' I should like it so much and we have thirteen, just the right number." "Yes," said a little girl named Catharina. "There are seven girls and six boys. One of us must be it." "Who shall be it?" they all cried merrily, and one of the larger girls stood them in a row and repeated, "I am a little widow From the seacoast there; I wish to find a husband But I can't tell where. Shall I marry this one? Yes. Shall I marry that one? No. Shall I marry this one? Yes, For I love him so." The lot fell to a little black-eyed girl called Constancia, who was then blindfolded and around whom the others formed a circle by joining hands. Then all danced around Constancia singing, "Madame Dona Sancha Covered with silver and gold, Take away your veil then, Your eyes we would behold." At this Constancia uncovered her face, and sang, "I am the daughter of a count, The grandchild of a king, Behind a stone they made me hide, A most peculiar thing." Then the others sang, "Valentin-tin-tin-- Who is married, Who is married, She who is not must remain alone." At the last words the boys and girls let go of each other's hands and each one, including Constancia, made a rush for a partner. Lola was the one to be left out and she had to be blindfolded, and take Constancia's place in the centre of the ring. So the game went on, each girl taking her turn in the centre as often as she failed to catch a partner in the scramble. When the children were tired of play, their grandmother sent out Christovao, an old white-haired negro who had once been a slave, and he showed them many wonderful tricks of juggling. He made flowers to bloom in their hats, money to grow on trees, and many other queer things to happen, and his pet monkey kept them laughing with his queer antics. Then they all sat down around the stone fountain and had a delicious luncheon of _doces_,[7] _cocada_,[8] and sweet cakes, and Affonzo and Lola went to bed that night quite delighted with their first day in Para. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 6: 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.] [Footnote 7: Preserves.] [Footnote 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.