The more he saw of leprosy, and he saw much in the islands, the higher rose his admiration for the simple priest of Molokai.
'I must see Molokai,' he said many times.

'I must somehow manage to see Molokai.' In January 1889, we arrived in Honolulu, settling in a pleasant cottage by the sea to rest until we were ready to return to England.

The _Casco_ we sent back to San Francisco with the captain.

But the knowledge that every few days some vessel was leaving Honolulu to cruise among islands we had not seen, and now should never see, was more than we could bear.
First we engaged passage on a missionary ship, but changed our minds--my husband would not be allowed to smoke on board, for one reason--and chartered the trading schooner _Equator_.

This was thought too rough a voyage for my mother-in-law, as indeed it would have been; so she was sent, somewhat protesting, back to Scotland.
My husband was still intent on seeing Molokai.