Heaven could not be what Ruby had been used to . There had been nothing in her gay , frivolous life , her shallow ideals and aspirations , to fit her for that great change , or make the life to come seem to her anything but alien and unreal and undesirable . Anne wondered helplessly what she could say that would help her . Could she say anything ? `` I think , Ruby , '' she began hesitatingly -- for it was difficult for Anne to speak to any one of the deepest thoughts of her heart , or the new ideas that had vaguely begun to shape themselves in her mind , concerning the great mysteries of life here and hereafter , superseding her old childish conceptions , and it was hardest of all to speak of them to such as Ruby Gillis -- `` I think , perhaps , we have very mistaken ideas about heaven -- what it is and what it holds for us . I do n't think it can be so very different from life here as most people seem to think . I believe we 'll just go on living , a good deal as we live here -- and be OURSELVES just the same -- only it will be easier to be good and to -- follow the highest . All the hindrances and perplexities will be taken away , and we shall see clearly . Do n't be afraid , Ruby . '' `` I ca n't help it , '' said Ruby pitifully . `` Even if what you say about heaven is true -- and you ca n't be sure -- it may be only that imagination of yours -- it wo n't be JUST the same . It CA N'T be . I want to go on living HERE . I 'm so young , Anne . I have n't had my life . I 've fought so hard to live -- and it is n't any use -- I have to die -- and leave EVERYTHING I care for . '' Anne sat in a pain that was almost intolerable . She could not tell comforting falsehoods ; and all that Ruby said was so horribly true . She WAS leaving everything she cared for . She had laid up her treasures on earth only ; she had lived solely for the little things of life -- the things that pass -- forgetting the great things that go onward into eternity , bridging the gulf between the two lives and making of death a mere passing from one dwelling to the other -- from twilight to unclouded day .
God would take care of her there -- Anne believed -- she would learn -- but now it was no wonder her soul clung , XXXXX blind helplessness , to the only things she knew and loved .
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