Luke gets an afternoon off and calls for his fair one to give her the air. Luke is a sport. They have an untimely accident, however, and when they pick themselves out of the mud, they hike to the nearest tailor-shop. Bebe, his fair one, can't be accommodated by the tailor, because he's not that kind of a tailor, so she goes next door to a Chinese laundry to be washed and ironed. The places adjoin, and the sweethearts, unable to restrain their ardor, make love through the wall in a series of poetic love-taps. But it's a long love that has no stitch in time, and Bebe, lacking the conventional accoutrements of public appearance, has a hard time of it with some young gallants who discover in the Chink's place "that indescribable charm." There's a fire to add to the speed of the thing, which ends up in a medley of pants, flat-irons, Luke, a fire-hose, Bebe, a fire-hose, pig-tails, a fire-hose, and a fire-hose.