Mr.Allan married them, and the Reverend Jo made what Mrs.Rachel Lynde afterwards pronounced to be the "most beautiful wedding prayer" she had ever heard.

Birds do not often sing in September, but one sang sweetly from some hidden bough while Gilbert and Anne repeated their deathless vows.
Anne heard it and thrilled to it; Gilbert heard it, and wondered only that all the birds in the world had not burst into jubilant song; Paul heard it and later wrote a lyric about it which was one of the most admired in his first volume of verse; Charlotta the Fourth heard it and was blissfully sure it meant good luck for her adored Miss Shirley.
The bird sang until the ceremony was ended and then it wound up with one mad little, glad little trill.

Never had the old gray-green house among its enfolding orchards known a blither, merrier afternoon.

All the old jests and quips that must have done duty at weddings since Eden were served up, and seemed as new and brilliant and mirth-provoking as if they had never been uttered before.

Laughter and joy had their way; and when Anne and Gilbert left to catch the Carmody train, with Paul as driver, the twins were ready with rice and old shoes, in the throwing of which Charlotta the Fourth and Mr.Harrison bore a valiant part.
Marilla stood at the gate and watched the carriage out of sight down the long lane with its banks of goldenrod.