Oh , it was nice to be walking over that well-known road with Gilbert again ! The night was so very still that one should have been able to hear the whisper of roses in blossom -- the laughter of daisies -- the piping of grasses -- many sweet sounds , all tangled up together . The beauty of moonlight on familiar fields irradiated the world . `` 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 XXXXX that school , and Esther is n't feeling well .
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