Isn't this a delightful evening?
Do you know, I found a cluster of white violets under that old twisted tree over there today?
I felt as if I had discovered a gold mine." "You are always discovering gold mines," said Gilbert--also absently.
"Let us go and see if we can find some more," suggested Anne eagerly.
"I'll call Phil and--" "Never mind Phil and the violets just now, Anne," said Gilbert quietly, taking her hand in a clasp from which she could not free it.

"There is something I want to say to you." "Oh, don't say it," cried Anne, pleadingly.

"Don't--PLEASE, Gilbert." "I must.

Things can't go on like this any longer.

Anne, I love you.