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 . Anne , 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 ! `` You 'll be using the best tea set , of course , Marilla , '' she said . `` Can I fix the table with ferns and wild roses ? '' `` I think that 's all nonsense , '' sniffed Marilla . `` In my opinion it 's the eatables that matter and not flummery decorations . ''
`` Mrs. Barry had HER table decorated , '' said Anne , who was not entirely guiltless of the wisdom XXXXX the serpent , `` and the minister paid her an elegant compliment .
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