Never were there two more thoroughly `` kindred spirits . '' Charlotta the Fourth had blossomed out into young ladyhood . She wore her hair now in an enormous pompador and had discarded the blue ribbon bows of auld lang syne , but her face was as freckled , her nose as snubbed , and her mouth and smiles as wide as ever . `` You do n't think I talk with a Yankee accent , do you , Miss Shirley , ma'am ? '' she demanded anxiously . `` I do n't notice it , Charlotta . '' `` I 'm real glad of that . They said I did at home , but I thought likely they just wanted to aggravate me . I do n't want no Yankee accent . Not that I 've a word to say against the Yankees , Miss Shirley , ma'am . They 're real civilized . But give me old P.E. Island every time . '' Paul spent his first fortnight with his grandmother Irving in Avonlea . Anne was there to meet him when he came , and found him wild with eagerness to get to the shore -- Nora and the Golden Lady and the Twin Sailors would be there . He could hardly wait to eat his supper . Could he not see Nora 's elfin face peering around the point , watching for him wistfully ? But it was a very sober Paul who came back from the shore in the twilight . `` Did n't you find your Rock People ? '' asked Anne . Paul shook his chestnut curls sorrowfully .
`` The Twin Sailors and the Golden Lady never came XXXXX all , '' he said .
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