At that the old roadsweeper rose to his full but diminutive height, solemnly raised his right hand, and declared,
“I have never, never stolen so much as a second of another person's time, so help me God.”
“Nor have I,” said Momo. “Nor I,” Guido said earnestly.
The children preserved an awed silence. If the three friends had given their solemn word, that was good enough.
“And while we're on the subject,” Guido went on, “let me tell you something else.”
“Once upon a time, people used to like coming to see Momo because she listened to them”
“and helped them to know their own minds, if you follow my meaning.”
“Nowadays they seldom stop to wonder what they think.”
“They used to enjoy listening to me, too, because my stories helped them to forget their troubles, but they seldom bother with that either.”
“They don't have time for such things, they say, but haven't you noticed something odd?”
“It's strange the things they don't have time for any more.”
Guido surveyed the listening children with narrowed eyes and nodded before continuing.
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