Diana 's mother had found out about the Haunted Wood and had been decidedly angry over it . As a result Diana had abstained from any further imitative flights of imagination and did not think it prudent to cultivate a spirit of belief even in harmless dryads . `` But it 's so easy to imagine there is , '' said Anne . `` Every night before I go to bed , I look out of my window and wonder if the dryad is really sitting here , combing her locks with the spring for a mirror . Sometimes I look for her footprints in the dew in the morning . Oh , Diana , do n't give up your faith in the dryad ! '' Wednesday morning came . Anne got up at sunrise because she was too excited to sleep . She had caught a severe cold in the head by reason of her dabbling in the spring on the preceding evening ; but nothing short of absolute pneumonia could have quenched her interest in culinary matters that morning . After breakfast she proceeded to make her cake . When she finally shut the oven door upon it she drew a long breath . `` I 'm sure I have n't forgotten anything this time , Marilla . But do you think it will rise ? Just suppose perhaps the baking powder is n't good ? I used it out of the new can . And Mrs. Lynde says you can never be sure of getting good baking powder nowadays when everything is so adulterated . Mrs. Lynde says the Government ought to take the matter up , but she says we 'll never see the day when a Tory Government will do it . Marilla , what if that cake does n't rise ? '' `` We 'll have plenty without it '' was Marilla 's unimpassioned way of looking at the subject . The cake did rise , however , and came out of the oven as light and feathery as golden foam .
XXXXX , flushed with delight , clapped it together with layers of ruby jelly and , in imagination , saw Mrs. Allan eating it and possibly asking for another piece !
Anne Diana Lynde Marilla before dryad dryads evening footprints pneumonia