Walking on the morning of the day after her rescue of the burglar’s sister from an East Side dive, Margaret, “Our Mutual Girl,” was confronted by the problem of what to do with the waif whom she had brought home. The situation became more complex when Margaret’s aunt entered. “Who is the girl and what is she doing here?” asked the aunt. “Get her out of my house at once.” But “Our Mutual Girl” stood firm in her defense of the girl she had befriended. The outcome of the whole thing was that Margaret and her aunt took the little outcast down to one of the big department stores and secured her a good position. As the elevator shot upwards with its human freight “Our Mutual Girl” showed considerable excitement for it was her first ride in an elevator and the sensation was entirely new to her. On reaching her aunt’s house “Our Mutual Girl” became very homesick for the little old farm house in the hills. So she decided to steal away and, leaving a note, took a train for the little country town from which she came. On the train a nice appearing young man seemed familiar to her, but neither spoke. “Our Mutual Girl” was met at the station by her mother. Then she found that the young man of the train was an old sweetheart of hers who had been living in the city. “Our Mutual Girl” went straight to the farm and renewed her acquaintance with all her dumb friends. The horses, cows, kittens, chickens, cats, pigs and pigeons were all glad to see her. That evening “Our Mutual Girl’s” old sweetheart came to call. The reunion was pleasant. As the sun set “Margaret” and her sweetheart were seen, silhouetted in embrace against the evening sky.