A LABRADOR SPRING 
which, although often weather-beaten to a 
lighter hue, were evidently intended to be 
black. In the gallery near at hand was a row 
of a dozen little girls, among them my friends 
Lalouise and Yvonne, each with her black 
eyes uninterruptedly fixed on the strangers 
in the front pew. As I cast surreptitious 
glances about the church from time to time, I 
could not help noticing the similarity in type 
between these sturdy Acadians and the peas- 
antry of France with whose forms and faces 
modern French art has made us so familiar. 
The service seemed to be very sincere and 
impressive, and the ten little boys, the acolytes, 
whose brown faces and hands, and whose 
shocks of brown hair contrasted well with their 
white vestments, each did his part well. The 
sermon was on La signe de la croix, which the 
good father showed was everywhere, for even 
the birds in the air as they fly, and the fishes in 
the sea as they swim, make the sign of the 
cross. I beheve I shall always remember these 
words which rang out through the church at 
the end of almost every sentence. I could not 
help thinking as I watched the two priests 
with their strong faces, their black robes and 
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