n us, and none more
earnest in teaching loyalty to all the girls who come to us to study.
Yes, we teach it in French, but what does that matter? We can express
the Canadian spirit just as well in that language." So said a very
vivid and practical little nun to me, and she was anxious that England
should realize how dear they felt the bond.

The Prince's afternoon "off" was spent out of Quebec at the beautiful
village of St. Anne's Beaupre, where, set in lovely surroundings, there
is a miraculous shrine to St. Anne. The Prince visited the beautiful
basilica, and saw the forest of sticks and crutches left behind as
tokens of their cure by generations of sufferers.

News of his visit had got abroad, and when he left the shrine in
company of the clergy, he was surrounded by a big crowd who restricted
all movement by their cheerful importunity. A local photographer,
rising to the occasion, refused to let His Royal Highness escape until
he had taken an historic snap. Not merely a snap of the Prince and the
priests with him, but of as many of the citizens of Beaupre as he could
get into a wide angle lense. This was a tremendous occasion, and he
yelled at the top of his voice to the people to:

"Come and be photographed with the Prince. Come and be taken with your
future King."

Taken with their future King, the people of Beaupre were entirely
disinclined to let him go. They crowded round him so that it was only
force that enabled his entourage to clear a tactful way to his car.
Even in the car the driver found himself faced with all the
opportunities of the chauffeur of the Juggernaut with none of his
convictions. The car was hemmed in by the crowd, and the crowd would
not give way.

It is possible that at this jolly crisis somebody mentioned the
Prince's need for tea, and at the mention of this solemn and
inexplicable British rite the crowd gave way, and the car got free.

CHAPTER VII

THE MOBILE HOTEL DE LUXE: THE ROYAL TRAIN

I

On Sunday, August 24th, His Royal Highness came under the sway of that
benevolent despot in the Kingdom of Efficiency, the Canadian Pacific
Railway.

He motored out along a road that Quebec is proud of, because it has a
reputable surface for automobiles in a world of natural earth tracks,
through delightful country to a small station which [had?] a Gallic
air, Three Rivers. Here he boarded the Royal Train.

It was a remarkable train. Not merely did its construction, l