The problem of outfitting was solved for him now, as he looked at the bed, and as Father Roland withdrew, rubbing his hands until they cracked, David began undressing.
In less than a quarter of an hour he was ready for the big outdoors.
When the Missioner returned to give him a first lesson in properly "stringing up" his moccasins, he brought with him a fur cap very similar to that worn by Thoreau.

He was amazed to find how perfectly it fitted.
"You see," said Father Roland, pleased at David's wonder, "I always take back a bale of this stuff with me, of different sizes; it comes in handy, you know.

And the cap...." He chuckled as David surveyed as much as he could see of himself in a small mirror.
"The cap is Marie's work," he finished.

"She got the size from your hat and made it while we were asleep.

A fine fisher-coat that--Thoreau's best.