`` However , I suppose I shall just have to trust to Providence and be careful to put in the flour . Oh , look , Diana , what a lovely rainbow ! Do you suppose the dryad will come out after we go away and take it for a scarf ? '' `` You know there is no such thing as a dryad , '' said Diana . 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 XXXXX take the matter up , but she says we 'll never see the day when a Tory Government will do it .
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