What name was that forest high?

The chair was still, but Darcy was moving, so I struck her. She quieted and began to sob.
“Why did you hit me?” she asked.
“I don’t know.”
A colony of haunting clouds had been brooding gray in the distance for the last few hours.
“Darcy,” I said, still grayer, “don’t go outside for the next day.”
“But pa, I love you.”
“I love you too, Darcy.”
She wiped her eyes.
“Where is mama?” she asked.
“I told you, mama went on a walk.”
“When will she be back?”
“The rain is coming, and it will be cold.”