he moved slowly off, and the snow-wreaths that bound the children to the pole gave way with a snap, and there was the dragon, crawling south with jane and george on his great, scaly, icy shining back. of course the dragon had to go south if he went anywhere, because when you get to the north pole there is no other way to go. the dragon rattled and tinkled as he went, exactly like the cut-glass chandelier when you touch it, as you are strictly forbidden to do. of course there are a million ways of going south from the north pole so you will own that it was lucky for george and jane when the dragon took the right way and suddenly got his heavy feet on the great slide. off he went, full speed, between the starry lamps, toward forest hill and the crystal palace.