Momo shouted and waved, thinking it was Beppo, but the man didn't stop work for an instant.
She ran as fast as she could, but by the time she reached the other bridge there was no one in sight.
I don't suppose it was him,she told herself consolingly.No, it can't have been. I know the way Beppo works.″
Some days she stayed home at the amphitheater on the off chance that Beppo might look in to see if she was back.
If she was out when he came, he would naturally assume that she was still away.
It tormented her to think that this might already have happened a week or even a day ago, so she waited - in vain.
Eventually she painted the words I'M BACK on the wall of her room in big, bold letters, but hers were the only eyes that ever saw them.
The one thing that never forsook Momo in all this time was her vivid recollection of Professor Hora, the hour-lilies, and the music.
She had only to shut her eyes and listen to her heart, and she could see the blossoms in all their radiant splendour and hear the voices singing.
And even though the words and melodies were forever changing,
she found she could repeat the words and sing the melodies as easily as she had on the very first day.
Sometimes she spent whole days sitting alone on the steps,
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