Some days before...

[avonlea_girl]

"Oh," Anne, says with a sigh, laying her book down upon her lap, "it really is such an unfair evening to have to study, Marilla. Look at that sky! Have you ever seen it so clear, or the blue so bright? Look at the pink of the horizon, Marilla! Isn't it lovely

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[kindred_spirit]

He might be impressed with the sky, but he's not looking up as he comes through the yard at Green Gables. His attention is focused, entirely, on Anne. Because in Gilbert Blythe's opinion, nothing is going to as lovely as the site of Anne Shirley, all red hair and grey eyes and graceful turn of her wrist to support her chin and even those seven stubborn freckles that will not leave her nose, watching the sky above her home.

But he schools his face very carefully as he approaches, so that when he says, "Good evening, Anne," she'll see nothing in his expression but their hard-won, easy comraderie.

[avonlea_girl]

In that case, he'll not likely miss the smile she gives him, all fogged over with dreams and delight, or the wave of one white hand.

"Hello, Gil! Isn't it a perfectly delightful evening? Look at the sky! It's much too lovely to study under, don't you agree?"

[kindred_spirit]

He's not likely to miss any smile she gives him, really. He does, however, dutifully turn his eyes to the sky for a moment, and yes, it's lovely.

Not as lovely as she is, but lovely.

"I was thinking that on the way over," he says, though he wasn't, really, "and we're not likely to have many more nice evenings before it turns cold. Shall we leave philosophy for some other night and go for one of our rambles?"

[avonlea_girl]

"Oh, that'd be lovely," Anne says, smiling brightly at him. "It's so sad when the weather turns cold and dark, isn't it? But I suppose it must, so that we can have spring again. I'll just go get a shawl, and we'll go."

With that, she steps lightly inside the house to put down her book, and comes back out swinging a shawl about her shoulders.

"I'm ready," she says cheerfully, and steps down to his side, looking up at him cheerfully.