Poor Whiffles and his wife have a terrible altercation at the breakfast table and Mrs. Whiffles, being high strung, leaves for her mother’s. At first Whiffles is delighted and proceeds leisurely upstairs to get ready to go out. He finds, however, that his clothes need some buttons. After much difficulty he secures needle and thread and begins work. While in the midst of it a man calls for Mrs. Whiffle’s clothes, which he hastily bundles into a basket and the man departs. Fortunately for the future happiness of the household the man fails to get Mrs. Whiffle’s nice new hair puffs, so Mrs. W. returns to get them herself. Here she sees her poor hubby sticking his fingers with the needle and playing havoc generally. She sits down to fix it for him, and, well, how could he resist? He kissed her and now everything’s serene.