Fate will frolic at times and in this hilarious little comedy Smith is again chosen the toy of her freakish ways. Smith, and a party of men friends, are enjoying a stein or two at a bar closely adjacent to Smith’s office, when a vendor of perfumes and toilet water enters the place. The vendor is a practical joker and carries, as part of his equipment, a siphon spray to sprinkle prospective customers with the fragrant liquid. Smith gets his, of course, a thorough ducking, and is started home. When he arrives home Mrs. Smith immediately detects the odoriferous atmosphere about him and, being none too trustful of her spouse, suspects an affair. A woman in the case, no doubt! Things come to a crisis in a restaurant at dinner when Mrs. Smith detects the same odor, clinging to a woman at a nearby table. The woman, however, is another victim of the annoying perfume vendor. Mrs. Smith jumps to a conclusion immediately and without any explanation whatsoever starts a row with the entirely innocent young lady. Feminine apparel, hats and other makeup soon litter the place while the two claw each other with all the vigor of the Kilkenny cats. The affair finally ends in a police court, after explanations and corroborations by the perfume vendor, already run in. Mrs. Smith is profuse in her apologies, promising tearfully to be so hasty, never, never again!