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.

Then they left the lane and walked through Mr.Barry's back field and past Willowmere.