His appearance was not very prepossessing, for between the caves and the big house a number of newly created mud-puddles and rivulets had crossed his path.

His scanty clothing was profusely bespattered, and broad cakes of mud clung to the soles of his naked feet.

Before entering the house he carelessly shook off and scraped away the heaviest flakes, and then went in and sat down on the bundle of skins.

Say Koitza offered him no change of clothing; she did not bring a pair of slippers, warm and dry, for his wet feet.

No, she simply went into the kitchen and let him alone.