Hastily he descended the tree, and to his amazement found that the map or model of the country still lay at his feet.

He stood in it.

With one stride he had crossed the river; with another he had reached the ridge of ice; with the third he stepped over its peaks, and sank wearily down at North Wind's knees.

For there she sat on her doorstep.

The peaks of the great ridge of ice were as lofty as ever behind her, and the country at her back had vanished from Diamond's view.
North Wind was as still as Diamond had left her.