nd we could not see it for crowds. Or, rather, at
first we could not see it for crowds. Later a good Samaritan took us
for a pell-mell tour in a motor-car, and we saw a chauffeur's eye view
of it. Even then we saw much of it over the massed soft hats of Canada.

We had become inured to crowds. We had seen big, bustling, eager,
hearty, good-humoured throngs from St. John's to Quebec. But even that
hardening had not proofed us against the mass and enthusiastic violence
of the crowd that Toronto turned out to greet the Prince, and continued
to turn out to meet him during the days he was there.

On the early morning of Monday, August 25th, in that weather that was
already being called "Prince of Wales' weather," the Prince stepped
"ashore" at the Government House siding, outside Toronto. There was a
skirmishing line of the waiting city flung out to this distant
station--including some go-ahead flappers with autograph books to sign.
It was, however, one of those occasions when the Prince was considered
to be wrapped in a robe of invisibility until he had been to Government
House and started from there to drive inland to the city and its
receptions.

A quick automobile rush--and, by the way, it will be noticed that the
Continent of Hustle always uses the long word for the short,
"automobile" for "car," "elevator" for "lift," and so on--to the
Government House, placed the Prince on a legal footing, and he was
ready to enter the city.

Government House is remarkable for the fact that it grew a garden in a
single night. It is a comely building of rough-dressed stone, standing
in the park-like surroundings of the Rosedale suburb, but in the
absence of princes its forecourt is merely a desert of grey stone
granules. When His Royal Highness arrived it was a garden of an almost
brilliant abundance. There were green lawns, great beds packed
wantonly with the brightest flowers, while trees, palms and flowering
shrubs crowded the square in luxuriance. A marvel of a garden. A
realist policeman, after his first gasp, bent down to examine the green
of the lawn, and rose with a Kipps expression on his face and with the
single word "Fake" on his lips.

The vivid lawn was green cocoanut matting, the beds were cunning
arrangements of flowers in pots, and from pots the trees and shrubs
flourished. It was a garden artificial and even more marvellous than
we had thought.

The Prince rode through Rosedale to the town. The crow