An Indian woman stood with her back to him, bending over a table.

She was as slim as a reed, and had the longest and sleekest black hair he had ever seen, done in two heavy braids that hung down her back.

In another moment she had turned her round, brown face, and her teeth and eyes were shining, but she spoke no word.

Thoreau did not introduce his wild-flower wife.

He had opened his cabin door, and had let David enter before him, which was accepting him as a friend in his home, and therefore, in his understanding of things, an introduction was unnecessary and out of place.