16 MARCH 1951, Page 10

Quebec Landscape

AGAINST the white of the snow, three nuns, mourning for the lost spring, go about collecting widow's mites, rich men's gains, with hands softly folded against the cold. One, cheeks roseate from the wind, with a merry glance half bold,

nods greetings to passers by, but the other two, heads bowed in constant prayer, tread through the deep snow carefully selecting a larger footprint made by man sinfully homeward bound from a festive night, and like sedate shadows stagger through winter's soft blue light. O. P. PArrRsosz