Wiggs tried to remember those dark ages (about a week ago) when she couldn't dance.
"I used to go into the forest," she said, "and sit under my own tree, and by and by everybody loved you."
"I wonder if they'd love me."
"Of course they would. Shall I show you my special tree?"
"Yes, but don't come with me; tell me where it is. I want to be unhappy alone."
So Wiggs told her how you followed her special path, which went in at the corner of the forest, until by and by the trees thinned on either side, and it widened into a glade, and you went downhill and crossed the brook at the bottom and went up the other side until it was all trees again, and the first and the biggest and the oldest and the loveliest was hers. And you turned round and sat with your back against it, and looked across to where you'd come from, and then you knew that everything was all right.
"I shall find it," said Hyacinth, as she got up. "Thank you, dear."
She found it, she sat there, and her heart was very bitter at first against Udo and against Belvane, and even against her father for going away and leaving her; but by and by the peace of the place wrapped itself around her, and she felt that she would find a way out of her difficulties somehow. Only she wished that her father would come back, because he loved her, and she felt that it would be nice to be loved again.
"It is beautiful, isn't it?" said a voice from behind her.
She turned suddenly, as a tall young man stepped out from among the trees.