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Mrs.
Rachel
Lynde
said
emphatically
after
the
funeral
that
Ruby
Gillis
was
the
handsomest
corpse
she
ever
laid
eyes
on
.
Her
loveliness
,
as
she
lay
,
white-clad
,
among
the
delicate
flowers
that
Anne
had
placed
about
her
,
was
remembered
and
talked
of
for
years
in
Avonlea
.
Ruby
had
always
been
beautiful
;
but
her
beauty
had
been
of
the
earth
,
earthy
;
it
had
had
a
certain
insolent
quality
in
it
,
as
if
it
flaunted
itself
in
the
beholder
's
eye
;
spirit
had
never
shone
through
it
,
intellect
had
never
refined
it
.
But
death
had
touched
it
and
consecrated
it
,
bringing
out
delicate
modelings
and
purity
of
outline
never
seen
before
--
doing
what
life
and
love
and
great
sorrow
and
deep
womanhood
joys
might
have
done
for
Ruby
.
Anne
,
looking
down
through
a
mist
of
tears
,
at
her
old
playfellow
,
thought
she
saw
the
face
God
had
meant
Ruby
to
have
,
and
remembered
it
so
always
.
Mrs.
Gillis
called
Anne
aside
into
a
vacant
room
before
the
funeral
procession
left
the
house
,
and
gave
her
a
small
packet
.
"
I
want
you
to
have
this
,
"
she
sobbed
.
"
Ruby
would
have
liked
you
to
have
it
.
It
's
the
embroidered
centerpiece
she
was
working
at
.
It
is
n't
quite
finished
--
the
needle
is
sticking
in
it
just
where
her
poor
little
fingers
put
it
the
last
time
she
laid
it
down
,
the
afternoon
before
she
died
.
"
"
There
's
always
a
piece
of
unfinished
work
left
,
"
said
Mrs.
Lynde
,
with
tears
in
her
eyes
.
"
But
I
suppose
there
's
always
some
one
to
finish
it
.
"
"
How
difficult
it
is
to
realize
that
one
we
have
always
known
can
really
be
dead
,
"
said
Anne
,
as
she
and
Diana
walked
home
.
"
Ruby
is
the
first
of
our
schoolmates
to
go
.
One
by
one
,
sooner
or
later
,
all
the
rest
of
us
must
follow
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
suppose
so
,
"
said
Diana
uncomfortably
She
did
not
want
to
talk
of
that
.
She
would
have
preferred
to
have
discussed
the
details
of
the
funeral
--
the
splendid
white
velvet
casket
Mr.
Gillis
had
insisted
on
having
for
Ruby
--
"
the
Gillises
must
always
make
a
splurge
,
even
at
funerals
,
"
quoth
Mrs.
Rachel
Lynde
--
Herb
Spencer
's
sad
face
,
the
uncontrolled
,
hysteric
grief
of
one
of
Ruby
's
sisters
--
but
Anne
would
not
talk
of
these
things
.
She
seemed
wrapped
in
a
reverie
in
which
Diana
felt
lonesomely
that
she
had
neither
lot
nor
part
.
"
Ruby
Gillis
was
a
great
girl
to
laugh
,
"
said
Davy
suddenly
.
"
Will
she
laugh
as
much
in
heaven
as
she
did
in
Avonlea
,
Anne
?
I
want
to
know
.
"
"
Yes
,
I
think
she
will
,
"
said
Anne
.
