meet him, with a sudden kiss, and a "Where's my mother, granny?" of
eager greeting.
"Pippo! Good gracious, boy, what's brought you home now?"
"Nothing but good news," he said, "so good I thought I must come. I've
got it, granny: where _is_ my mother----"
"You've got it?" she said, so full of other thoughts that she could not
recollect what it was he meant. Pippo thought, as Elinor sometimes
thought, that his granny was getting slow of understanding--not so
bright as she used to be in her mind.
"Oh, granny, you've been dozing: the scholarship! I've got it--I thought
you would know the moment you heard me at the door----"
"My dear boy," she said, putting her arms about him, while the tall boy
stood for the homage done to him--the kiss of congratulation. "You have
got the scholarship! notwithstanding Howard and Musgrave and the hard
fight there was to be----"
Pippo nodded, with a bright face of pleasure. "But," he said--"I can't
say I'm sorry I've got it, granny--but I wish there had been another for
Musgrave: for he worked harder than I did, and he wanted so to win. But
so did I, for that matter. And where is my mother all this time?"
"How delighted she will be: and what a comfort to her just now when she
is upset and troubled! My dear, it'll be a dreadful disappointment to
you: your mother is in London. She had to hurry off the day before
yesterday--on business."
"In London!" cried Pippo. His countenance fell: he was so much
disappointed that for a moment, big boy as he was, he looked ready to
cry. He had come in bursting with his news, expecting a reception almost
as tumultuous as that given him by the dogs outside. And he found only
his grandmother, who forgot what it was he was "in for"--and no mother
at all!
"It is a disappointment, Pippo--and it will be such a disappointment to
her not to hear it from your own lips: but you must telegraph at once,
and that will be next best. She has some worrying business--things that
she hates to look after--and this will give her a little heart."
"What a bore!" said Pippo, with his crest down and the light gone out of
him. He gave himself up to the dogs who had been jumping about him,
biding their time. "Yarrow knew," he said, laughing, to get the water
out of his eyes. "He gave me a cheer whenever he saw me, dear old
fellow--and little Risky too----"
"And only granny forgot," said Mrs. Dennistoun; "that was very hard upon
you, Pippo; my thoughts were all with your mother. And I couldn't think
how you could get back at this time----"
"Well," said the boy, "my work's over, you know. There's nothing for a
fellow to do after he's got the scholarship. I needn't go back at
all--unless you and my mother wish it. I've--in a sort of a way, done
everything that I can do. Don't laugh at me, granny!"
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