I know I know it's been way to long since I updated, but I haven't forgotten this. I still own nothing and I'll really try to update sooner.

"Come on, Dora. Let's go fishing with Milty!" Davy called.

"No thanks. I have things to do," Dora replied from the porch.

Anne walked out on the porch, "What are you doing today?"

"I don't know. Not play with worms with Milty. Davy spends so much time with him. I don't think he washes behind his ears. Why doesn't his mother check? Anne, I want to know." Dora half pouted, half proclaimed.

Anne decided to not answer that question. "What's Emmy doing today?"

"Mrs. Gillis is taking her to Charlottetown to get a couple of new dresses."

"With puffed sleeves?" Anne smiled.

"I don't know. Why does she need puffed sleeves?"

Anne sighed. Dora was always practical. "They were in style awhile ago. Do you want to go visit the Irvings with me?"

"Yes! I really want to meet the Rock People."

Anne and Dora walked down to the Irving's house by the shore. As they talked, Anne realized how like Marilla Dora was: A cloud was always a cloud and certain things were always good or bad.

Paul ran out of the house to greet them. "Grandmother said we may wade in the water today."

"It always makes me so sad when we wade for the last time in the fall. I want to sprout wings so I can stay in the birds company." Anne and Paul shared a smile.

Anne, Dora, and Paul had a dream hour wading and chasing each other in their bare feet at the water's edge.

Anne reluctantly went to put on her shoes. "I'd better go and visit with your grandmother. Mrs. Lynde wants me to ask if she'll donate a few pies to the Ladies Aide Social."

Paul turned to Dora, "If we walk down to the cave, I'll introduce you to the Rock People."

"Rock People?" Dora questioned.

"Yes, I'll show you. Race you!"

The two children laughingly raced down the beach towards the small cavern by the dune. Once there Paul showed Dora the Twin Sailors and Nora. Dora looked at Paul in wonder trying to understand how he saw sailors and ladies in the stones.

"Here's the Golden Lady. Do you want to know a secret?" Paul asked.

Dora nodded. She thought it best to let Paul continue if she let on that she did not understand. Dora wanted the sweetest boy in school to like her.

"Since my little Mother died, I like to think that God gave the Golden Lady to me to tell the things I wish I could tell my mother. Sometimes I think I'll just burst if I can't tell her."

"You feel that way, also," Dora questioned. "I thought I was the only one. I miss Mama."

A look passed between them as two kindred spirits recognized each other.

Paul stopped and looked at the sky for a minute or two.

"Do you want to share the Golden Lady? You could come and play and when you do, you can tell her all the things you'd like to tell your Mama,"

"I think I'd like that."

Paul stood up breaking the mood. "Come on, Grandmother promised she'd have scones for tea."