Spring and summer came around, but he scarcely noticed the changing seasons.
Preoccupied with saving Momo's hundred thousand hours' ransom, he swept and swept and swept.
The townsfolk were too short of time themselves to pay any attention to the little old man,
and the handful that did so tapped their foreheads as soon as he had gone panting past, wielding his broom as if his life depended on it.
Being taken for a fool was nothing new to Beppo, so he scarcely noticed that either.
On the few occasions when someone asked him what the hurry was, he would pause for a moment,
eye the questioner with mingled alarm and sorrow, and put his finger to his lips.
Hardest of all for the men in gray to tailor to their plans were Momo's friends among the children of the city.
Even after her disappearance, they went on meeting at the amphitheater as often as they could.
They continued to invent new games in which a few old crates and boxes became castles and palaces
or galleons that carried them on fabulous voyages around the world. They also continued to tell each other stories.
In short, they behaved as if Momo were still with them, and by doing so, remarkably enough, they almost made it seem that she really was.
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