A DAY IN VANCOUVERA fine day in Vancouver, in any season of the year, can fill up all the moulds for beauty in the imagination. Just now with the gardens full of flowers, and vegetables from onions to kohlrabbi, the trees bending under the load of fruit, the maples beginning to redden in the woods, the bathing beaches swarming with humanity with the color-line entirely wiped out under the influence of that fine old democrat, the sun, with the mountains blue and silver above the harbor and the harbor full of shipping, Vancouver is a dream of delight.
I began to feel the exaltation of the big city when we came through the Narrows, and the Princess Kathleen threaded her way cautiously to her own parking place beside the pier, sending out a deep blast of announcement to whom it might concern.
