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Title: Fairy Tales from Brazil
How and Why Tales from Brazilian Folk-Lore

Author: Elsie Spicer Eells

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Language: English

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FAIRY TALES FROM BRAZIL

How and Why Tales from Brazilian Folk-Lore

by

ELSIE SPICER EELLS

With Illustrations by Helen M. Barton

This special edition is published by arrangement with the
publisher of the regular edition, Dodd, Mead & Company.

Cadmus Books
E. M. Hale and Company
Chicago

Copyright, 1917,
by Dodd, Mead and Company, Inc.

ACKNOWLEDGMENT

Thanks are due to the publishers of _Little Folks_,
_Kindergarten-Primary Magazine_, _Everyland_, _Mayflower and Story
Tellers' Magazine_ for the privilege of reprinting stories which they
have published.

ELSIE SPICER EELLS

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PREFACE

It is late afternoon in my Brazilian garden. The dazzling blue of sea
and sky which characterises a tropical noonday has become subdued and
already roseate tints are beginning to prepare the glory of the sunset
hour. A lizard crawls lazily up the whitewashed wall. The song of the
_sabia_, that wonderful Brazilian thrush, sounds from the royal palm
tree. The air is heavy with the perfume of the orange blossom. There
is no long twilight in the tropics. Night will leap down suddenly upon
my Brazilian garden from out of the glory of the sunset sky.

Theresa, the _ama_, stands before us on the terrace under the mango
trees,