After twisting and turning like a maze, the path eventually came out in a small room whose walls consisted of gigantic grandfather clocks.
In one corner stood a bow-legged table, and beside it a dainty little sofa and some matching armchairs.
Here as elsewhere, everything was bathed in the golden glow of a myriad motionless candle flames.
Set out on the table were a pot-bellied jug and two small cups, together with plates, spoons and knives - all of solid, gleaming gold.
There were also two little dishes, one containing golden-yellow butter, the other honey like liquid gold,
and a basket piled high with crusty, golden-brown rolls.
Professor Hora filled both cups with hot chocolate from the pot-bellied jug and made a gesture of invitation.
″There, little Momo, please tuck in.″ Momo needed no second bidding. Chocolate you could drink she'd never heard of before.
As for rolls spread with butter and honey, they were a rare delicacy, and these rolls tasted more delicious than any she'd eaten in her life.
Completely wrapped up in her wonderful breakfast, she feasted on it with her cheeks bulging and her mind devoid of every other thought.
Although she hadn't slept a wink all night long, the food banished her weariness and made her feel fresh and lively.
The more she ate, the better it tasted. She felt as if she could have gone on eating like this for days on end.
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