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"
Ca
n't
we
take
a
ramble
up
Lovers
'
Lane
before
you
go
in
?
"
asked
Gilbert
as
they
crossed
the
bridge
over
the
Lake
of
Shining
Waters
,
in
which
the
moon
lay
like
a
great
,
drowned
blossom
of
gold
.
Anne
assented
readily
.
Lovers
'
Lane
was
a
veritable
path
in
a
fairyland
that
night
--
a
shimmering
,
mysterious
place
,
full
of
wizardry
in
the
white-woven
enchantment
of
moonlight
.
There
had
been
a
time
when
such
a
walk
with
Gilbert
through
Lovers
'
Lane
would
have
been
far
too
dangerous
.
But
Roy
and
Christine
had
made
it
very
safe
now
.
Anne
found
herself
thinking
a
good
deal
about
Christine
as
she
chatted
lightly
to
Gilbert
.
She
had
met
her
several
times
before
leaving
Kingsport
,
and
had
been
charmingly
sweet
to
her
.
Christine
had
also
been
charmingly
sweet
.
Indeed
,
they
were
a
most
cordial
pair
.
But
for
all
that
,
their
acquaintance
had
not
ripened
into
friendship
.
Evidently
Christine
was
not
a
kindred
spirit
.
"
Are
you
going
to
be
in
Avonlea
all
summer
?
"
asked
Gilbert
.
"
No
.
I
'm
going
down
east
to
Valley
Road
next
week
.
Esther
Haythorne
wants
me
to
teach
for
her
through
July
and
August
.
They
have
a
summer
term
in
that
school
,
and
Esther
is
n't
feeling
well
.
So
I
'm
going
to
substitute
for
her
.
In
one
way
I
do
n't
mind
.
Do
you
know
,
I
'm
beginning
to
feel
a
little
bit
like
a
stranger
in
Avonlea
now
?
It
makes
me
sorry
--
but
it
's
true
.
It
's
quite
appalling
to
see
the
number
of
children
who
have
shot
up
into
big
boys
and
girls
--
really
young
men
and
women
--
these
past
two
years
.
Half
of
my
pupils
are
grown
up
.
It
makes
me
feel
awfully
old
to
see
them
in
the
places
you
and
I
and
our
mates
used
to
fill
.
"
Anne
laughed
and
sighed
.
She
felt
very
old
and
mature
and
wise
--
which
showed
how
young
she
was
.
She
told
herself
that
she
longed
greatly
to
go
back
to
those
dear
merry
days
when
life
was
seen
through
a
rosy
mist
of
hope
and
illusion
,
and
possessed
an
indefinable
something
that
had
passed
away
forever
.
Where
was
it
now
--
the
glory
and
the
dream
?
"'
So
wags
the
world
away
,
"'
quoted
Gilbert
practically
,
and
a
trifle
absently
.
Anne
wondered
if
he
were
thinking
of
Christine
Oh
,
Avonlea
was
going
to
be
so
lonely
now
--
with
Diana
gone
!
Anne
stepped
off
the
train
at
Valley
Road
station
and
looked
about
to
see
if
any
one
had
come
to
meet
her
.
She
was
to
board
with
a
certain
Miss
Janet
Sweet
,
but
she
saw
no
one
who
answered
in
the
least
to
her
preconception
of
that
lady
,
as
formed
from
Esther
's
letter
.
The
only
person
in
sight
was
an
elderly
woman
,
sitting
in
a
wagon
with
mail
bags
piled
around
her
.
Two
hundred
would
have
been
a
charitable
guess
at
her
weight
;
her
face
was
as
round
and
red
as
a
harvest-moon
and
almost
as
featureless
.
She
wore
a
tight
,
black
,
cashmere
dress
,
made
in
the
fashion
of
ten
years
ago
,
a
little
dusty
black
straw
hat
trimmed
with
bows
of
yellow
ribbon
,
and
faded
black
lace
mits
.
"
Here
,
you
,
"
she
called
,
waving
her
whip
at
Anne
.
"
Are
you
the
new
Valley
Road
schoolma'am
?
"
