A little waltz with a poor orphan. Lucinda, who, in pite of her willow weight brain, manages to keep four or five swains swooning dutifully, crescendoes to the Great Light of Love dawing over the Grand Canyon. When fiance Jimmy proves more in love with the dollar sign than with her, Lucinda and her harrowed heart head West to search for the lost cities of gold which had captured her childish dreams. It isn't awfully hard for Ranger Tom to show her that the true city of gold lies in her own heart. Dependably clean. If not behind the ears. Flimsy.