Miss Allonby’s own opinions as to the seeming irreverence of certain portions of her work were both firm and strong. She knew her own interpretation of such passages. She alone, in her own mind, held the key which would make plain all hidden meanings. She, firm in her own purity and reverence for her Maker, seemed quite unable to realise that others, nine hundred and ninety-nine out of a thousand, would without hesitation condemn much that she had written as rank blasphemy, even as silly, flippant irreverence. Writing on August 20th, she said:— “_August 20th._ “Speaking for myself, I do not care one iota about the opinion of the press, _religious or otherwise_. All I care about is telling what I have to tell as plainly and as simply as is possible. I am perfectly well able to stand the risk of being thought irreverent, for only those who have never understood the meaning of true reverence can accuse me of it. You see I _believe_ what I have written. I more than believe it. I have felt, and so I know. And that makes all the difference.... Well, it all came to me one long night in the middle of blinding darkness which seemed to send the world topsy-turvy and then set it right again.... If I offend, I offend, but I will offend men rather than God, for it is all quite true in to-day’s Lesson—‘The foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.’... Never mind readers, or traditions, or any of those kind of things, for it is time we stepped right out of them. It is silly going the roundabout dangerous way to heaven when God shows a nearer and comparatively easy way.... I don’t think I have anything else to say. I am glad you liked _Deborah_ from quite personal reasons—and I hope you don’t want to cross out the bit about the sties, because I daresay there are many other little women treading over the Dark Path who have some such minor disfigurements, or even greater ones. And as for what became of her. My dear sir! can’t you _see_—according to the book she went to heaven—isn’t that the ending? and a very nice ending too. Indeed, what could be nicer, for an earthly altar isn’t in it. It has so much heathen self-sacrifice about it.” It will be seen from the above extract that the deleting of certain passages was an understood thing, for she hopes that the publisher will not need “to cross out the bit about the sties.” It would seem impossible to imagine a more bright, gentle and lovable nature than Miss Allonby’s, nor one less likely to give way to a suicidal impulse. She was always of a happy disposition. All who knew her loved her for her pleasant manner, her refinement, her good temper and kindly sympathy. However, it may be recorded that she never enjoyed very good health, being always frail and delicate.