OUT OF THIN AIR "Where are we going?" asked the Princess. "To lunch, Highness" responded the Secretary. "But I saw the diningroom on the way in." "We are going to dine privately, Highness." "I wish to dine publicly." "But your Higness, your identity must be protected—and perhaps it is more fitting—" At this point the Princess uttered what was obviously some expletive and stamped her royal foot. The matter ended there. The secretary bowed his head, signalled "down" to the operator, and down went the elevator. Art rushed ahead and informed the manager and they were ushered into the dining room. No doubt the waitresses quietly passed the word to people they knew that there was royalty in the room. This, plus the ostentatious behaviour of the secretary who beckoned and called staff and flashed his gold cigarette case and lighter, soon made them the centre of attraction. On the way back to the ferry, Art and Marianne led the way in their car while the Princess's car followed behind. They had left it a bit late because before they left Charlottetown , Juliana had insisted they take a turn around the city to see the sights. Rushing for the ferry is a way of life for Islanders, so Art stepped on the accelerator expecting Juliana's car to do the same. But when the dust of the gravel had settled, he soon realized the road behind him was empty. The royal car never went beyond a certain speed—slow. Eventually Art saw them poking along, and he hailed down the dour driver. Art explained that perhaps it would be better if he rushed ahead with someone from the party and arranged to have the boat delayed until they got there. Juliana ordered the sec¬ retary to go with Art and Marianne rode in the royal car to make sure the driver didn't take a wrong turn. The Captain agreed to hold the boat and issued instructions that the Princess's car was to drive straight on. All the other passengers were forced to remain in the line-up until the Princess arrived. When people were given the reason for the delay there were no complaints except from a large vocal gentleman who bitterly commented that if this was his country it wouldn't be tolerated. After Juliana's visit the office routine slowly returned to normal. Dad offered his service to the War Office in 1940 and was assigned reserve duty as Commanding Officer of the No. 6 Signals. They were 112