CHAPTER X.
GEORGE COPELAND'S PROBATION.
If Jessie Lindsay had undergone a great disappointment and a great mortification she did not retire to mourn over it in secret. No excuse of headache or of other ailment was offered to prevent her taking her place at the tea-table as usual, or joining in the family conversation. Perhaps she talked a little more than her wont, for the others were rather silent, for all were sorry at George Copeland's intention of going away, and old Mr. Lindsay was somewhat offended.
"You. said you were going to write, George,' said Jessie, after the tea-things had been taken away. "Will I get you some paper and pen and ink, or have you got them? I suppose you'll write in your own room."
"No; if you've no objection I'll write here," said George. He wanted an occasional glance at
