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“
It
’
ll
be
good
,
all
right
,
”
assured
Diana
,
who
was
a
very
comfortable
sort
of
friend
.
“
I
’
m
sure
that
piece
of
the
one
you
made
that
we
had
for
lunch
in
Idlewild
two
weeks
ago
was
perfectly
elegant
.
”
“
Yes
;
but
cakes
have
such
a
terrible
habit
of
turning
out
bad
just
when
you
especially
want
them
to
be
good
,
”
sighed
Anne
,
setting
a
particularly
well
-
balsamed
twig
afloat
.
“
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
,
don
’
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
haven
’
t
forgotten
anything
this
time
,
Marilla
.
But
do
you
think
it
will
rise
?
Just
suppose
perhaps
the
baking
powder
isn
’
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
doesn
’
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
?
”
