The next morning he felt almost like his former self, and when Klota brought him his breakfast, he informed her that he was going to get up. The woman smiled, left the room, and returned when Reynolds had finished the meal, and viewed with satisfaction the empty dishes.
"Did you cook my breakfast?" Reynolds asked.
"Ah, ah," was the reply. "Good, eh?"
"Good! It's the best I've had in a long time. I feel like a new man this morning, and must get up. I wish I had a shave, a bath, and some decent clothes. Look at these," and he pointed to his rags.
"Come," the woman simply ordered. "Me fix you, all right."
Reynolds at once got up, and followed her into the kitchen. He was greatly surprised at the neatness of the place, as he had no idea that an Indian woman could be such a good housekeeper. Klota noted his look of wonder, and smiled.
"Injun all sam' white woman, eh?" she queried.
"Why, yes. You do all this?"
"Ah, ah. All sam' beeg house."
She then opened a door to the left, and pointed within.