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 don't think I talk with a Yankee accent, do you, Miss Shirley, ma'am ?" she demanded anxiously.
"I don'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 don'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.