She didn't know that such jackets were worn by the servants of the rich.
″Good morning,″ she said, getting up off the curb,I'm looking for Guido's house. Nino told me he lives here now.″
Whose house?″ ″Guido's. He's a friend of mine, you see.″
The man in the white jacket glared at her suspiciously.
He had left the garden gate ajar, and Momo could see inside.
Some dogs were frisking around on a big stretch of lawn and a fountain was playing in front of the house.
Overhead, in a blossom-covered tree, perched a pair of peacocks. ″Oh,″ Momo exclaimed, ″what pretty birds!″
She started to go inside for a closer look, but the man in the white jacket grabbed her by the scruff of the neck.
″No, you don't!″ he said. ″Some nerve you've got, I must say.″
Then he let go of her and wiped his fingers on his handkerchief, looking as if he'd just touched something unpleasant.
Momo pointed through the gate. ″Does all that belong to you?″ she inquired.
″No,″ snapped the man in the white jacket, sounding more unfriendly than ever. ″And now, clear off. You've no business here.″
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