The house owner being awake heard the noise, but thought it was made by the storm; but a dog, who slept within near the door, barking loudly, alarmed the householder, who timidly opened the door, and seeing only a desolate woman, asked, "Who is there ?" No reply.

"Who are you, woman ?" Kunda said, "I am standing here because of the storm." "What?
What?
Speak again." Kunda repeated her words.
The householder recognizing the voice, drew Kunda indoors, and, making a fire, discovered herself to be Hira.

She comforted Kunda, saying, "I understand--you have run away from the scolding; have no fear, I will tell no one.

You shall stay with me for a couple of days." Hira's dwelling was surrounded by a wall.

Inside were a couple of clean mud-built huts.