his
picture.”
“Why,
aunty!”
said
Molly.
“Well, I
won’t
pretend to
be
supernatural,”
said the
aunt, “but
I thought
you kept
one back
when you
were
showing us
those
Western
views last
night.”
Now this
was the
precise
truth.
Molly had
brought a
number of
photographs
from
Wyoming to
show to
her
friends at
home.
These,
however,
with one
exception,
were not
portraits.
They were
views of
scenery
and of
cattle
round-ups,
and other
