His wife's relatives are coming to visit. Mrs. Dickson is elated, Mr. Dickson is seized with a fit of gloom. They arrive. Her mother, three aunts, cousin Jane, sister Ann and a few children to swell the throng. Dickson tries to escape. The hired girl has to work overtime. They eat like pigs and act worse. At night, he tries to find a place to sleep. His own bed is occupied by the two aunts. "Me for the hotel," says Dickson. He engages a room, takes a little nip and finds his room occupied by a party of suffragettes, who have suddenly taken possession of the hotel. Making his way outdoors, he lies down under a tree. The sheriff comes along, wakes him up and invites him to spend the night at the jail. He accepts, and snuggling up in his little cot, all his troubles are soon forgotten.
