Do you feel as disgruntled now as when you started out, Anne ?" "Not I.Those apples have been as manna to a hungry soul.

I feel that I shall love Redmond and have a splendid four years there." "And after those four years--what ?" "Oh, there's another bend in the road at their end," answered Anne lightly.

"I've no idea what may be around it--I don't want to have.

It's nicer not to know." Lover's Lane was a dear place that night, still and mysteriously dim in the pale radiance of the moonlight.

They loitered through it in a pleasant chummy silence, neither caring to talk.
"If Gilbert were always as he has been this evening how nice and simple everything would be," reflected Anne.
Gilbert was looking at Anne, as she walked along.