And it 's splendider still to have such a lovely way to go to school by , is n't it ? '' `` It 's a lot nicer than going round by the road ; that is so dusty and hot , '' said Diana practically , peeping into her dinner basket and mentally calculating if the three juicy , toothsome , raspberry tarts reposing there were divided among ten girls how many bites each girl would have . The little girls of Avonlea school always pooled their lunches , and to eat three raspberry tarts all alone or even to share them only with one 's best chum would have forever and ever branded as `` awful mean '' the girl who did it . And yet , when the tarts were divided among ten girls you just got enough to tantalize you . The way Anne and Diana went to school WAS a pretty one . Anne thought those walks to and from school with Diana could n't be improved upon even by imagination . Going around by the main road would have been so unromantic ; but to go by Lover 's Lane and Willowmere and Violet Vale and the Birch Path was romantic , if ever anything was . Lover 's Lane opened out below the orchard at Green Gables and stretched far up into the woods to the end of the Cuthbert farm . It was the way by which the cows were taken to the back pasture and the wood hauled home in winter . Anne had named it Lover 's Lane before she had been a month at Green Gables . `` Not that lovers ever really walk there , '' she explained to Marilla , `` but Diana and I are reading a perfectly magnificent book and there 's a Lover 's Lane in it . So we want to have one , too . And it 's a very pretty name , do n't you think ? So romantic ! We ca n't imagine the lovers into it , you know . I like that lane because you can think out loud there without people calling you crazy . '' Anne , starting out alone in the morning , went down Lover 's Lane as far as the brook . Here Diana met her , and the two little girls went on up the lane under the leafy arch of maples -- `` maples are such sociable trees , '' said Anne ; `` they 're always rustling and whispering to you '' -- until they came to a rustic bridge . Then they left the lane and walked through Mr. Barry 's back field and past Willowmere . Beyond Willowmere came Violet Vale -- a little green dimple in the shadow of Mr. Andrew Bell 's big woods .
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