“Ah, Katrina, won’t she be glad to see her papa again, though;” how often, during that happy day, did this thought occur to Hans. The other two sailors had found the ideal life of Kaahlanai too pleasant to leave. Allen was true to his word to his father and his love for his beautiful wife Maula; in fact, he had not the slightest longing to again visit the realms of civilization. Then Etta, bright, happy Etta, was beneath the waves of the ever changing sea. When the Eliza Judd had received her new-found passengers, she seemed to arouse herself from a summer day’s sleep, and give herself a shake to see if she were really awake, for no sooner was the boat hoisted to the davits then the sails were swiftly unfurled, and, as they quickly filled with the fresh breeze, the Eliza Judd stood out to sea, like a bird that has been imprisoned, spreads its wings and starts on its glad flight to freedom. This majestic vessel, going noiselessly on her way, was a sight that aroused the wonder and admiration of the watchers on the beach. CHAPTER XX. After losing sight of Kaahlanai, the party of travellers on the Eliza Judd turned their attention to providing themselves with clothing, which would at least be presentable for them to appear in when they should reach America. It was easy enough to fit out Captain Gray, Ahleka and Hans from Captain Harris’ store of clothing, but Mabel, what was she to do for wearing apparel? That was the question. Sheets were made by her deft fingers to serve as under garments, and some brown linen, which had been used to cover chairs and a couple of couches, was turned into a dress that was surprisingly becoming, considering the material used in its construction. Mabel’s preparations to step ashore in San Francisco were completed the day before arriving there. “Now, Ahleka, how do you like my appearance?” Mabel inquired, after having arrayed herself in her simple garments. “You always look charming in my eyes,” he replied, “still, I cannot but think that the costume of our country allows more freedom of movement, and on that account it is much more graceful and becoming.” “Yes, what you say is true and I admit that I hate to put on again the uncomfortable clothes which women wear in my own land.” “What is that you say Mabel?” broke in Captain Gray. “Do you mean to say that you like the hideous dress of the heathens that we have lived amongst for the past three years?” “Captain Gray, they are not heathens. Their religion is the true religion. They worship the bestower of all good; they see the beautiful works of God all about them and give him the glory. Their religion is sincerity, purity and love. What more can there be in any religion?”