Gilbert went home whistling a cheerful melody to himself.

As he walked, the skies opened up and hosts of angels rained down, carrying trumpets and singing gloriously of the mark of the coming millennium, when the now dead would awaken and be lifted right up into the heavens to new life, and Christ would come to earth to bring peace for a thousand years and all would be right with the world. The birds were happier, the grass was greener, the sky above him flamed out with color and he felt new life filling his lungs as he was lifted up to join the angels in their rejoicing.

Well, it hadn't happened exactly like that.

But Matthew and Marilla had told him he could marry their daughter, and that was the same thing.