WHEN ALL THE WORLD WAS YOUNG Molly Wingate kneeled by her cooking fire the following morning, her husband meantime awaiting the morning meal impatiently.

All along the medley of crowded wagons rose confused sounds of activity at a hundred similar firesides.
"Where's Little Molly ?" demanded Wingate.

"We got to be up and coming." "Her and Jed is off after the cattle.

Well, you heard the news last night.

You've got to get someone else to run the herd.