The fox always took care to quit his watch at the early dawn of day, for he knew that her friends would suspect him, and come betimes to see if all was right.
At length he perceived that, gradually, the young girl looked less and less hideous in the morning light, and that she by degrees resumed the appearance she had presented in life, so that in process of time her beauty and look of health quite returned to her.
One day he said, "Grandmother, give me my pipe, that I may take a smoke." "Ah!" cried she, "you begin to be comforted.

You have never smoked since the death of the chief's beautiful daughter.

Have you heard some good news ?" "Never you mind," said he; "bring the pipe." He sat down and smoked, and smoked.

After a time he said, "Grandmother, sweep your lodge and put it all in order, for this day you will receive a visit from your daughter-in-law." The grandmother did as she was desired.

She swept her lodge, and arranged it with all the taste she possessed, and then both sat down to await the visit.
"When you hear a sound at the door," said the fox, "you must give the salutation, and say, Come in." When they had been thus seated for a time, the grandmother heard a faint, rustling sound.