Anne felt her heart beat more quickly , and the horizons of her ambition shifted and broadened as if by magic . Before Josie had told the news Anne 's highest pinnacle of aspiration had been a teacher 's provincial license , First Class , at the end of the year , and perhaps the medal ! But now in one moment Anne saw herself winning the Avery scholarship , taking an Arts course at Redmond College , and graduating in a gown and mortar board , before the echo of Josie 's words had died away . For the Avery scholarship was in English , and Anne felt that here her foot was on native heath . A wealthy manufacturer of New Brunswick had died and left part of his fortune to endow a large number of scholarships to be distributed among the various high schools and academies of the Maritime Provinces , according to their respective standings . There had been much doubt whether one would be allotted to Queen 's , but the matter was settled at last , and at the end of the year the graduate who made the highest mark in English and English Literature would win the scholarship -- two hundred and fifty dollars a year for four years at Redmond College . No wonder that Anne went to bed that night with tingling cheeks ! `` I 'll win that scholarship if hard work can do it , '' she resolved . `` Would n't Matthew be proud if I got to be a B.A. ? Oh , it 's delightful to have ambitions . I 'm so glad I have such a lot . And there never seems to be any end to them -- that 's the best of it . Just as soon as you attain to one ambition you see another one glittering higher up still . It does make life so interesting . '' CHAPTER XXXV . The Winter at Queen 's Anne 's homesickness wore off , greatly helped in the wearing by her weekend visits home . As long as the open weather lasted the Avonlea students went out to Carmody on the new branch railway every Friday night . Diana and several other Avonlea young folks were generally on hand to meet them and they all walked over to Avonlea in a merry party . Anne thought those Friday evening gypsyings over the autumnal hills in the crisp golden air , with the homelights of Avonlea twinkling beyond , were the best and dearest hours in the whole week . Gilbert Blythe nearly always walked with Ruby Gillis and carried her satchel for her .
Ruby was a very handsome young lady , now thinking herself quite as grown up as she really was ; she wore her skirts XXXXX long as her mother would let her and did her hair up in town , though she had to take it down when she went home .
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