Rupert helped Lizzie hang the clothes on the line until it broke, and then they repaired to the kitchen, where the feminine head of the family, very much the worse for wear, hung over the ironing board. Lizzie would not hear the pleas of her Rupert to be married, for Rupert was only a hod-carrier. There must have existed in the mind of Lizzie some faint premonition of the riches to be hers, for a few minutes later the male head of the family, also very much used, burst in upon the group with the startling information that his lottery ticket had copped the grand prize and that thereafter no more ironing boards for them. Rupert and his hod were quickly relegated to the back yard by Papa, and he and Lizzie, with, of course, Mama, went to live in a brownstone front. They wanted to get into society bad. So when the Grand Duke Larry comes along they plan a big feed for him. Larry, however, has his eyes only on their jewels, and after giving the silver the once over and dining in state, he holds them up and is about to make a get-away when the trusty hod-carrier looms on the scene. He has, in all truth, been sticking around Lizzie pretty much despite being thrown out of the back, front and side doors a couple of dozen times, and when he sees the Grand Duke’s change of front he hops through the window and makes him come through. He covers him with the bread knife until the arrival of the officers of the law, and then the reunited family sit down and do justice to the rest of the ducal dinner, with Rupert the prospective son-in-law and hero of the hour. Moving Picture World, September 1, 1917