"Exactly. What you get, you get of Wilder. What Wilder has n't got, you don't get. When you allow for expenses you want to figure on so many dollars for living, and so much to Wilder for letting you live."
"But that's an outrage."
Geo. B. laughed.
"It always strikes a stranger that way—till he gets used to it," he said. "I've been to a good many summer resorts, in my day, and always there's somebody on hand to relieve the innocent resorter of his wad. If there was n't, you'd feel you'd missed something. It's like going to law—don't matter much which lawyer you go to, you're bound to be robbed."
Jarrod smiled.
"Therefore, if you want Tamawaca, sir, you've just got to take Wilder with it," resumed the little man; "and perhaps you could n't be half so happy there if Wilder was gone."
"Does he own the place?"
