"On Lake Michigan, somewhere. I forget the name of the place."
"How do you get there?"
"I didn't enquire."
"And whose cottage are you going to rent?"
"Why,—it belongs to a man in St. Louis. Dr. Brush knows him."
Mrs. Jarrod asked no more questions, but she straightway put on her bonnet and called upon Mrs. Brush. In an hour she knew all that was necessary about Tamawaca.
The clergyman got a reply, in course of time, from Grant of St. Louis. His cottage was in Wilder's hands to rent. Jarrod must see Wilder about it as soon as he got to Tamawaca. It was all furnished and ready to move into.
"Who is Wilder?" Jarrod asked his friend.
"Wilder! Oh, I forgot you don't know Tamawaca," said Dr. Brush. "Therefore you don't know Wilder. Wilder is Tamawaca."
"I see," returned Jarrod, nodding.