There is always a right girl for all of us; sometime, somewhere, somehow we find her. But often the discovery leads through strange channels and peculiar by-ways. A young heiress, discouraged by fruitless efforts to secure a suitable husband at the seashore and fashionable summer resorts, decides to go to visit her old nurse, to recuperate and forget the ills and occasioned by man and his fickleness during the past summer. She does not want the town people to know she is an heiress, so she changes places with the nurse's daughter. In the same town there is living, or trying to live, a youth who is pretty much "down and out" and he receives a letter from a city friend saying that this heiress is in town. The friend sends him some of the cold lucre that is essential toward his winning her good graces, advising him to board at the house at which she is staying. He follows out his friend's instructions, goes to the house with the intention of courting the heiress, but instead of falling in love with the one he believes is she, he falls in love with the supposed nurse's daughter. While he is out with her one day they are playing the game that started simultaneously with the first bright day of creation, he shows her the letter he received from his friend about the heiress, and she feigns anger. As he attempts to leave her she calls him back and reveals her identity and, it's just the same old story, and he kisses her quite in the same old way.