It deals with a florist and his wife who have a small sloop in an unfrequented part of the city where business is very bad and where customers are few. And then, just when credit is gone and things look the darkest, news comes that an uncle in Australia has died and that they are heirs to a part of what he left. A friendly newspaper man spreads the news abroad and they are soon overwhelmed with offers of credit and help. The landlord, in spite of his stubborn refusal at the start before the inheritance came to them with everything needful, and also insists upon their taking up their abode in a new house which has just been finished. Of course customers begin to pile in. Their heads are very much turned by this state of affairs and they forget their old friends and become very unpleasant persons. Their good clothes are in anything but good taste and their table, though loaded with everything and served by a butler and footman, is a veritable battleground of bad manners. And then suddenly a letter comes from the lawyer telling them that the estate has been settled and the accounting made, and that their share of the uncle’s fortune is represented by the sum total of thirty cents! Of course the collapse is terrible, and of course the dealers and all who have supplied them with credit and goods immediately become alarmed, make a raid upon the house, seize upon everything and carry it away, and the picture ends with the stripping of the house in a ridiculously rapid fashion and the taking away of the two upstarts by their irate landlord.