When her uncle dies, Carmel Myers decides she wants four things: a cottage in the woods, a kimono, a Livonian bloodhound and a perfect gentleman. So she sets up as a gypsy in the cottage and tries to make others' dreams come true, including Kathleen Emerson, who wants a vacation as a man and her shy neighbor, Thomas Holding, who's in awe of her free spirit.... until he catches Miss Emerson in pants kissing Miss Myers.
It's a light-hearted movie, based on a novel by Margeret Widdemer, carried on Miss Myers' laughing charms. It's also pretty monotonous, and if it were much longer than its 50 minutes of screen time, it would have been far too sappy for my tastes. There are a couple of plot complications, not only Miss Myers apparently being a hussy, but a side issue of Philo McCullough as an inventor looking for backing, but they don't complicate anything to the point where the audience can't expect anything but a happy ending. It's a good thing Miss Myers is so charming.
Carmel Myers had entered the movies three years earlier when D.W. Griffith was consulting her father the rabbi for research on INTOLERANCE, Carmel had walked past the gigantic sets and said they fascinated her, so Griffith invited her onto the shoot. That's the casual way a major career could start in those days.
