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I have to laugh when I think of Anne's 'confession,' although I suppose I shouldn't for it really was a falsehood.

But it doesn't seem as bad as the other would have been, somehow, and anyhow I'm responsible for it.

That child is hard to understand in some respects.

But I believe she'll turn out all right yet.

And there's one thing certain, no house will ever be dull that she's in."

"What a splendid day!" said Anne, drawing a long breath.

"Isn't it good just to be alive on a day like this? I pity the people who aren't born yet for missing it.

They may have good days, of course, but they can never have this one.

And it's splendider still to have such a lovely way to go to school by, isn'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 couldn'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, don't you think? So romantic! We can'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.

CHAPTER XV. A Tempest in the School Teapot

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