"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. In her light dress,
with her slender delicacy, she made him think of a white iris.

"I wonder if I can ever make her care for me," he thought, with a pang
of self-destruct.




Chapter III

Greeting and Farewell


Charlie Sloane, Gilbert Blythe and Anne Shirley left Avonlea the
following Monday morning. Anne had hoped for a fine day. Diana was to
drive her to the station and they wanted this, their last drive together
for some time, to be a pleasant one. But when Anne went to bed Sunday