She is a rustic maid, five feet three, of romance and sentiment. She is wooed by a very unromantic farm variety Romeo. Her time is whiled away with reading tales of plumed knights and doughty encounters in the lists, all of which hold no hidden charm or glamor for her suitor. One day an itinerant hypnotist passes through the town, and encounters the imaginative damsel, and is tempted to experiment with her as a subject. He gets her under his mesmeric power, and transplants her to the olden days of chivalry and knight-errantry, when there was no betwixt and between, when one was either bold and valiant, or a blue-livered craven. Suddenly, she looks about her and notices that her father and sweetheart have been transformed into seventeenth century squires, with armor and helmet and the rest of the gaudy paraphernalia. She is convinced that the characters have walked out of the pages of her book, and sees in her sweetheart her own particular Prince Charming. At the happy and unexpected realization she falls, right into his inviting arms, and no knight of the olden day could press a damsel fair and sweet to his heart as does our hero the elusive bit of femininity that now is all his own.