There is to be sure a constant and systematic begging just inside the doors of the churches, where one passes through a line of nuns dressed in black cloaks and peaked hoods lined with white.
"Due North or Glimpses of Scandinavia and Russia"
Maturin M. Ballou
But when the festive day arrives and the nuns begin their chant, it happens that a grey-haired knight comes riding past the convent door with his eight stalwart sons, all on their way to the Emperor's wars.
"Life and Writings of Maurice Maeterlinck"
Jethro Bithell
The half near the altar full of veiled European nuns in white and buff dresses.
"From Edinburgh to India & Burmah"
William G. Burn Murdoch