Mr. and Mrs. Bill Wright and their two daughters, Katherine and Jane, are entirely happy. Bill takes a little drink, but never too much. He bids his happy little family farewell and goes to work. The girls play while the mother does her housework. In the evening the mother gets dinner. Bill has stopped at the saloon. He drinks too much, has a quarrel with one of his best friends, and goes home. He is not staggering, just whiskey-cranky. Mother can see that something is wrong. He loses his temper and smashes the dishes. Wife approaches him, he shouts, she cries, the babies run away to hide. Up to the old attic they go. Katherine with her little rag doll in one hand, her two-year-old sister in the other. Into the trunk they crawl. The lock catches. The rag doll has fallen in the front of the trunk as the children got in. Downstairs one word leads to another; the husband turns the wife from the house. She wanders the streets. He decides to go back to the saloon. Mother is sitting on a park bench, heartbroken. Husband is in the saloon. The children scream. There is no answer. Mother comes home determined to take her children away with her. She can't find them. She is frantic. A neighbor tells her that her husband is across the street in the saloon. She rushes across and tells him his children are lost. That pulls him together. Together they go home. The husband and wife arrive in the house and search. Slowly Katherine becomes unconscious. At length the little tots are found through the rag doll on the floor. Husband and wife soon resuscitate them, and the last picture shows peace and happiness in the home again.