Mrs. Hopeful devotes her time to the Cause, completely overlooking hubby. Things come to a crisis when he tells her that he can’t feed on woman’s rights. She replies that if he doesn’t like it he is at liberty to march, for she can always shift for herself. He takes her at her word, packs his grip and leaves. To celebrate her liberation she goes to the movies. They suggest to her an idea. She will write scenarios; it is the easiest way of making a living. She writes a photoplay entitled “Mean Husbands” in ten parts. Before inserting the manuscript into an envelope her womanly instinct prompts her to give it a dash of finely scented perfume. The scenario safely on its way, she gives herself up to visions. She imagines Mr. Piffle, the scenario editor, offering her a $50 check for her script besides begging to do him the favor to accept a $10,000 staff position. She imagines a good many other things and in the end considers her success an established fact. She communicates the news of her imaginary checks to Mrs. Exaggerate, who communicates them in an improved form to Mrs. Gossip, who tells them to hubby. By this time the $50 check has grown to three times that amount. His wife’s phenomenal success nearly breaks hubby’s heart. Now she is lost to him for good. A month passes without Mrs. Hopeful hearing a word of Mr. Piffle. But this is a sure sign that he likes her scenario. Unfortunately the landlord calls for his rent and he leaves in a terrible huff when she refers him to the day when the check is bound to materialize. This is the naked truth: Mr. Piffle is so delighted with the perfume of Mrs. Hopeful’s script that he decides to keep it until the last whiff is gone out of it. The entire office staff uses “Mean Husbands” in ten parts as a means of perfuming their handkerchiefs. Finally the day arrives when they have to part with it. One last and lingering farewell whiff and the script, including a note from Mr. Piffle, speeds back to its owner. Hubby, in the meantime, summons sufficient courage to go and beg his wife’s forgiveness. She does not even deign to bestow the favor of a word. She merely points to the door. He turns to go. At this critical moment the letter carrier’s whistle blows. Hubby fetches the letter, hands it to her and turns to go. She feels nervous, for checks are as a rule not conveyed in large envelopes. She motions her husband to stay awhile. Yes, it is her scenario. Mrs. Hopeful’s emotions as she read Piffle’s note cannot be reproduced in words. It contained the few significant words: “The perfume is excellent.” Hubby stays at home.