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.
