“One moment,” said Beppo, getting up. “Listen, children! I say Momo shouldn’t tell you her story.”
“It’s a bad idea. If she does, she’ll endanger herself and all of you.”
“No,” cried several voices, “let her speak! We want Momo!”
More and more voices joined in until all the children were chanting “Momo, Momo, Momo!” in unison.
Old Beppo sat down again. He took off his little steel-rimmed spectacles and wearily rubbed his eyes.
Momo stood up, looking perplexed. She didn’t know whose wishes to comply with, Beppo’s or the children’s.
At length, while her audience listened attentively, she recounted what had happened.
A long silence fell when she finished. The children had grown rather uneasy during her recital.
They hadn’t imagined that time-thieves could be so sinister.
One tiny tot burst into tears but was quickly comforted. The silence was broken by Guido.
“Well,” he said,how many of you have the guts to join our campaign against the men in gray?”
“Why didn’t Beppo want Momo to tell us what happened?” Franco inquired.
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