In the thick fog the men gathered and marched down the road to the village, where the church windows threw a soft light into the mist that hung over the ancient burial ground.

The church inside was bright and beautiful.

The old arches and pillars and the little side chapels told of days gone by, when the worship of the holy nuns, who had their convent there, rose up to God day by day.

The altar was vested in white and the candles shone out bright and fair.

The organist had kindly consented to play the Christmas hymns, in which the men joined heartily.