Why didn't you call me, Marilla?
Diana and I were only over in the Haunted Wood.

It's lovely in the woods now.

All the little wood things--the ferns and the satin leaves and the crackerberries--have gone to sleep, just as if somebody had tucked them away until spring under a blanket of leaves.

I think it was a little gray fairy with a rainbow scarf that came tiptoeing along the last moonlight night and did it.

Diana wouldn't say much about that, though.
Diana has never forgotten the scolding her mother gave her about imagining ghosts into the Haunted Wood.