Lydia Borne picks up the only party dress she possesses and finds it full of wrinkles. A dance to which she is invited is to be held that evening. Time is precious, so hurriedly beating an iron, she is pressing the skirt and accidentally scorches it. Her dress is ruined. She goes to the attic, where she picks up an old daguerreotype of her grandmother in a very pretty, old-fashioned gown, which is exactly the same style of the present period. She hastily opens her grandmother's trunk and takes from it the dress. She attires herself in it, finds that it fits perfectly and is extremely becoming. She shows her grandfather how well she looks. He is so impressed and she looks so much like her grandmother, he can almost see his dead wife alive again. Lydia attends the reception, her party dress is admired by everyone and she is conceded to be the belle of the evening. Paul, her escort, is so fascinated by her beauty, he falls in love with her and asks her to become his wife. She has always admired him, and unhesitatingly consents, with the mutual understanding that her grandmother's dress will be her wedding dress.