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 . `` Of course there are no violets there now , '' Anne told Marilla , `` but Diana says there are millions of them in spring . Oh , Marilla , ca n't you just imagine you see them ? It actually takes away my breath . I named it Violet Vale . Diana says she never saw the beat of me for hitting on fancy names for places .
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