triped paper horns. It used rattles and it used sirens.

And mere noise being not enough, it loosed its confetti. As the Prince
drove through the narrow canyon of the business streets, confetti was
tossed down from high windows by the bagful. Streamers of all colours
shot down from buildings and up from the sidewalks, until the snakes of
vivid colour, skimming and uncoiling across the street, made a bright
lattice over flagpole and telephone wire, and, with the bright flutter
of the flags, gave the whole proceedings a vivid and carnival air.

Strips of coloured paper and torn letter headings fluttered down, too,
and in such masses that those who were responsible must have got rid of
them by the shovelful. Prince and car were very quickly entangled in
fluttering strips and bright streamers, that snapped and fluttered like
the multi-tinted tails of comets behind him as he sped.

There was an air of cheery abandon about this whole-hearted
friendliness. The crowd was bright and vivacious. There was laughter
and gaiety everywhere, and when the Prince turned a corner, it lifted
its skirts and with fresh laughter raced across squares and along side
streets in order to get another glimpse of this "real feller."

Bands of students, Frenchmen from Laval in velvet berets, and English
from McGill, made the sidewalks lively. When they could, they rushed
the cars of the procession and rode in thick masses on the footboards
in order to keep up with the Royal progress. When policemen drove them
off footboards, they waited for the next car to come along and got on
to the footboards of that.

When the Prince went into the City Hall they tried to take the City
Hall by storm, and succeeded, indeed, in clambering on to all those
places where human beings should not go, and from there they sang to
the vast crowd waiting for the exit of the Prince, choosing any old
tune from "Oh, Canada," in French, to "Johnny's in Town," in polyglot.

It was a great reception, a reception with electricity in it. A
reception where France added a colour and a charm to Britain and made
it irresistible.

II

And it was only a sample, that reception.

Tuesday, October 28th, as a day, was tremendous. For the Prince it
began at lunch, but a lunch of great brilliance. At the handsome Place
Viger Hotel he was again the centre of crowds. Crowds waited in the
streets, in spite of the greyness, the damp and the cold. Crowds
filled the lobbies an