To her , the happiest moments in each week were those in which letters came from home . It was not until she had got her first letters that she began to think she could ever like Kingsport or feel at home there . Before they came , Avonlea had seemed thousands of miles away ; those letters brought it near and linked the old life to the new so closely that they began to seem one and the same , instead of two hopelessly segregated existences . The first batch contained six letters , from Jane Andrews , Ruby Gillis , Diana Barry , Marilla , Mrs. Lynde and Davy . Jane 's was a copperplate production , with every `` t '' nicely crossed and every `` i '' precisely dotted , and not an interesting sentence in it . She never mentioned the school , concerning which Anne was avid to hear ; she never answered one of the questions Anne had asked in her letter . But she told Anne how many yards of lace she had recently crocheted , and the kind of weather they were having in Avonlea , and how she intended to have her new dress made , and the way she felt when her head ached . Ruby Gillis wrote a gushing epistle deploring Anne 's absence , assuring her she was horribly missed in everything , asking what the Redmond `` fellows '' were like , and filling the rest with accounts of her own harrowing experiences with her numerous admirers . It was a silly , harmless letter , and Anne would have laughed over it had it not been for the postscript . `` Gilbert seems to be enjoying Redmond , judging from his letters , '' wrote Ruby . `` I do n't think Charlie is so stuck on it . '' So Gilbert was writing to Ruby ! Very well . He had a perfect right to , of course . Only -- !! Anne did not know that Ruby had written the first letter and that Gilbert had answered it from mere courtesy . She tossed Ruby 's letter aside contemptuously . But it took all Diana 's breezy , newsy , delightful epistle to banish the sting of Ruby 's postscript . Diana 's letter contained a little too much Fred , but was otherwise crowded and crossed with items of interest , and Anne almost felt herself back in Avonlea while reading it . Marilla 's was a rather prim and colorless epistle , severely innocent of gossip or emotion .
Yet somehow it conveyed to Anne a whiff XXXXX the wholesome , simple life at Green Gables , with its savor of ancient peace , and the steadfast abiding love that was there for her .
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