It is late afternoon in a 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 this garden from out of the glory of the sunset sky. Theresa, the ama, stands before us on the terrace under the mango trees, and we, her yayazinhas and yoyozinhos, know that the story hour has come. For to sit at the feet of Theresa, the ama, is to pass, from this world, through the gates of story land. It should be noted that there are not many volumes of Brazilian Folklore to be found. But within this unique volume of Brazilian Fairy Tales, you will find 18 stories from that vast and amazing country....