Professor Hora, who watched her benevolently, was tactful enough not to cut short her enjoyment too soon by engaging in conversation.
He realized that his guest had years of hunger to make up for.
Perhaps this was why, while watching her, he gradually looked older and older until he became a white-haired old gentleman again.
When he noticed that Momo wasn't too handy with a knife, he spread the rolls for her and put them on her plate.
He himself ate little - just enough to keep her company. At last, even Momo could eat no more.
She drank up her chocolate, studying her host over the rim of the golden cup and wondering who or what he could possibly be.
He was no ordinary person, that much was obvious, but all she really knew about him so far was his name.
She put her cup down and cleared her throat. ″Why did you send the tortoise to fetch me?″
″To protect you from the men in gray,″ Professor Hora replied gravely.
They're searching for you everywhere, and you're only safe from them here with me.″
Momo looked startled. ″You mean they want to hurt me?″
″Yes, my child,″ the professor sighed, ″in a manner of speaking.″
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