Some were written by her father , some by her mother . There were not many -- only a dozen in all -- for Walter and Bertha Shirley had not been often separated during their courtship . The letters were yellow and faded and dim , blurred with the touch of passing years . No profound words of wisdom were traced on the stained and wrinkled pages , but only lines of love and trust . The sweetness of forgotten things clung to them -- the far-off , fond imaginings of those long-dead lovers . Bertha Shirley had possessed the gift of writing letters which embodied the charming personality of the writer in words and thoughts that retained their beauty and fragrance after the lapse of time . The letters were tender , intimate , sacred . To Anne , the sweetest of all was the one written after her birth to the father on a brief absence . It was full of a proud young mother 's accounts of `` baby '' -- her cleverness , her brightness , her thousand sweetnesses . `` I love her best when she is asleep and better still when she is awake , '' Bertha Shirley had written in the postscript . Probably it was the last sentence she had ever penned . The end was very near for her . `` This has been the most beautiful day of my life , '' Anne said to Phil that night . `` I 've FOUND my father and mother . Those letters have made them REAL to me . I 'm not an orphan any longer . I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday , sweet and beloved , between its leaves . '' Chapter XXII Spring and Anne Return to Green Gables The firelight shadows were dancing over the kitchen walls at Green Gables , for the spring evening was chilly ; through the open east window drifted in the subtly sweet voices of the night . Marilla was sitting by the fire -- at least , in body . In spirit she was roaming olden ways , with feet grown young .
Of late XXXXX had thus spent many an hour , when she thought she should have been knitting for the twins .
Green Marilla Shirley Walter XXII evening fire night sweetnesses years