A letter from Phil Blake was an added sting.

Phil had heard of the baby's birth, but not of its death, and she wrote Anne a congratulatory letter of sweet mirth which hurt her horribly.
"I would have laughed over it so happily if I had my baby," she sobbed to Marilla.

"But when I haven't it just seems like wanton cruelty--though I know Phil wouldn't hurt me for the world.

Oh, Marilla, I don't see how I can EVER be happy again--EVERYTHING will hurt me all the rest of my life." "Time will help you," said Marilla, who was racked with sympathy but could never learn to express it in other than age-worn formulas.
"It doesn't seem FAIR," said Anne rebelliously.

"Babies are born and live where they are not wanted--where they will be neglected--where they will have no chance.