第一部，也就是本文的最后，当马修死了，安妮决定放弃上大学的机会照顾玛瑞拉，回去教书，吉尔伯特为了安妮放弃了在学校教书的机会，安妮向吉尔伯特道谢，两个人成为好友。在续集中，两个人逐渐好起来，后来结了婚，并有孩子（这是后话）
原文最后一部分有段话是这样的：
“林德太太，理事会不是定下来聘用基尔伯特•布莱斯了吗？”安妮吃惊地站了起来。
“对，原来是的。可是，当你申请了之后，基尔伯特便马上去了理事会，撤回了自己的申请，他说愿意把机会让给安妮，他本人可以到白沙镇去教书。显然，基尔伯特是为了安妮才取消申请的。他已经知道安妮要留下来和玛里拉在一起生活的原因了。这孩子确实很善良，能体谅关心他人，还富有牺牲精神。到白沙镇去教书也真够难为他的了，因为他领不到食宿费，还要积攒上大学的学费……托马斯回来后跟我说了这些事，我听了非常高兴，倍受感动。”
“我不能让基尔伯特为我做出那么大的牺牲，我不能接受他的好意。”
“现在怎么说都晚了，基尔伯特已经和白沙镇的理事会签合同了，你提出辞呈也没有意义了，安妮，你肯定会留下来的。另外，从今往后，帕伊家也不会有孩子在学校上学了，一切都会很顺利的，因为乔治是帕伊家最小的孩子了。唉，这二十年来，安维利每年都会有一两个帕伊家的孩子在学校。似乎帕伊家这帮兄弟的使命就是让这所学校的教师不得安宁似的。咦，巴里先生家那边直闪光，到底是怎么回事？”
安妮笑了。
“是黛安娜在发信号让我去一趟。我们小的时候就经常发出这种信号互相联系。我先去一下，看看她找我究竟有什么事儿？对不起了。”
安妮说完，便沿着长满三叶草的斜坡，像山羊一般跳跃着跑了下去，不一会儿就消失在“幽灵森林”的枫树丛中了。林德太太眯着眼睛，一直盯着安妮的背影。
“这姑娘，还是那么孩子气十足。”
“不过，她身上的女人味也很多了。”玛瑞拉一时又恢复了以前说话时的流畅劲儿。
当天晚上，林德太太和她的丈夫托马斯闲聊时感叹道：“现如今玛瑞拉最大的变化就是说话又像从前那么流畅了，人也变得圆滑起来。”
第二天下午，安妮又来到了安维利那片很小的墓地。她为马修的墓献上了鲜花，又为墓前的苏格兰玫瑰浇上了水，在宁静、安祥的气氛中，安妮在墓前一直逗留到傍晚。安妮起身离去时，太阳已经落山了。她从“闪光的小湖”登上山坡，放眼望去，被太阳的余辉渲染得如梦幻一般的安维利展现在了她的眼前。微风拂过三叶草地，清爽宜人，充满了带有甜味的芳香气息。透过农场树林的间隙，可以望见远处的万家灯火。另一边，不断地传来海潮有节奏的轰鸣声。西面，一池清泉的上空，被绚烂的晚霞装点得分外妖烧。安妮深深地被这大自然的美景所感动了。
走到半山腰时，只见一个高个青年吹着口哨，正从布莱斯农场门口处迎面走来，安妮仔细一看，原来是基尔伯特。基尔伯特也发现了向他走来的安妮，便有礼貌地摘下帽子，一声不响地来到安妮身边，停下脚步，伸出了手。
“基尔伯特，谢谢你为我所做出的牺牲，你这样关心、体贴我，真不知道该说些什么才好……”安妮的脸胀得通红。
基尔伯特高兴地一把握住了安妮的手。
“安妮，这完全谈不上什么牺牲和感谢，为了你，我甘愿做任何事情，今后我们能成为朋友吗？过去的事儿，你能原谅我吗？”安妮笑着想把手抽回来，可基尔伯特却并没有松开的意思。
“我已经不在意以前的那件事了。上次，在池塘的停船场，我就想原谅你了，我真是太固执、太糊涂了。我……我坦白地说吧，自从在停船场你救了我以来，我一直在为我的做法感到内疚和后悔。”
基尔伯特听了顿觉心花怒放。
“今后，就让我们之间好好相处吧。安妮，其实我们生来就注定要成为好朋友的，只是一直到现在，我们却在抗拒着命运的安排。从现 在起，让我们互相帮助，携手前进吧。你打算继续学习深造吧，我也是这么考虑的，来，让我送你回家吧。”
安妮刚一回到家，玛瑞拉便盯着安妮的脸问道：“和你一起走到门口的是谁呀？安妮。”
“基尔伯特•布莱斯。”安妮没想到说完这句话，自己的脸竟红了，“是在巴里家的山丘那儿碰见他的。”
“你们站在门口聊了三十多分钟，原来你已经和基尔伯特和好了？”玛瑞拉说着，脸上又浮现出了嘲讽似的微笑。
“以前我们一直是竞争对手，不过，他说从今以后我们还是忘记过去、面向未来、成为朋友的好。玛瑞拉，我们真的聊了三十多分钟吗？我怎么觉得只有两三分钟呢。也好，这就权当作是我和他五年间没有说话的补偿吧。”
英文原版如下：
"Mrs. Lynde!" cried Anne, springing to her feet in her surprise. "Why, I thought they had promised it to Gilbert Blythe!"
"So they did. But as soon as Gilbert heard that you had applied for it he went to them--they had a business meeting at the school last night, you know--and told them that he withdrew his application, and suggested that they accept yours. He said he was going to teach at White Sands. Of course he knew how much you wanted to stay with Marilla, and I must say I think it was real kind and thoughtful in him, that's what. Real self-sacrificing, too, for he'll have his board to pay at White Sands, and everybody knows he's got to earn his own way through college. So the trustees decided to take you. I was tickled to death when Thomas came home and told me."
"I don't feel that I ought to take it," murmured Anne. "I mean--I don't think I ought to let Gilbert make such a sacrifice for--for me."
"I guess you can't prevent him now. He's signed papers with the White Sands trustees. So it wouldn't do him any good now if you were to refuse. Of course you'll take the school. You'll get along all right, now that there are no Pyes going. Josie was the last of them, and a good thing she was, that's what. There's been some Pye or other going to Avonlea school for the last twenty years, and I guess their mission in life was to keep school teachers reminded that earth isn't their home. Bless my heart! What does all that winking and blinking at the Barry gable mean?"
"Diana is signaling for me to go over," laughed Anne. "You know we keep up the old custom. Excuse me while I run over and see what she wants."
Anne ran down the clover slope like a deer, and disappeared in the firry shadows of the Haunted Wood. Mrs. Lynde looked after her indulgently.
"There's a good deal of the child about her yet in some ways."
"There's a good deal more of the woman about her in others," retorted Marilla, with a momentary return of her old crispness.
But crispness was no longer Marilla's distinguishing characteristic. As Mrs. Lynde told her Thomas that night.
"Marilla Cuthbert has got mellow. That's what."
Anne went to the little Avonlea graveyard the next evening to put fresh flowers on Matthew's grave and water the Scotch rosebush. She lingered there until dusk, liking the peace and calm of the little place, with its poplars whose rustle was like low, friendly speech, and its whispering grasses growing at will among the graves. When she finally left it and walked down the long hill that sloped to the Lake of Shining Waters it was past sunset and all Avonlea lay before her in a dreamlike afterlight-- "a haunt of ancient peace." There was a freshness in the air as of a wind that had blown over honey-sweet fields of clover. Home lights twinkled out here and there among the homestead trees. Beyond lay the sea, misty and purple, with its haunting, unceasing murmur. The west was a glory of soft mingled hues, and the pond reflected them all in still softer shadings. The beauty of it all thrilled Anne's heart, and she gratefully opened the gates of her soul to it.
"Dear old world," she murmured, "you are very lovely, and I am glad to be alive in you."
Halfway down the hill a tall lad came whistling out of a gate before the Blythe homestead. It was Gilbert, and the whistle died on his lips as he recognized Anne. He lifted his cap courteously, but he would have passed on in silence, if Anne had not stopped and held out her hand.
"Gilbert," she said, with scarlet cheeks, "I want to thank you for giving up the school for me. It was very good of you--and I want you to know that I appreciate it."
Gilbert took the offered hand eagerly.
"It wasn't particularly good of me at all, Anne. I was pleased to be able to do you some small service. Are we going to be friends after this? Have you really forgiven me my old fault?"
Anne laughed and tried unsuccessfully to withdraw her hand.
"I forgave you that day by the pond landing, although I didn't know it. What a stubborn little goose I was. I've been--I may as well make a complete confession--I've been sorry ever since."
"We are going to be the best of friends," said Gilbert, jubilantly. "We were born to be good friends, Anne. You've thwarted destiny enough. I know we can help each other in many ways. You are going to keep up your studies, aren't you? So am I. Come, I'm going to walk home with you."
Marilla looked curiously at Anne when the latter entered the kitchen.
"Who was that came up the lane with you, Anne?"
"Gilbert Blythe," answered Anne, vexed to find herself blushing. "I met him on Barry's hill."
"I didn't think you and Gilbert Blythe were such good friends that you'd stand for half an hour at the gate talking to him," said Marilla with a dry smile.
"We haven't been--we've been good enemies. But we have decided that it will be much more sensible to be good friends in the future. Were we really there half an hour? It seemed just a few minutes. But, you see, we have five years' lost conversations to catch up with, Marilla."
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