Poland's up by the North Pole.

I'm going to ask auntie about it." But the moment auntie came into her thoughts Dotty was wretched again.
She went to a window, drew back the damask curtain, and gazed out.
"The night came on alone, The little stars sat, one by one, Each on his golden throne." "Those stars twinkle like auntie's rings.

Let's see: one was full of little pieces of glass, about as big as raspberry seeds.

I shouldn't think glass would cost much.

And the other was red, like a drop of blood, with ice frozen over it.