"Two's company, three's a crowd." Donald and Eleanor are in love, so that Jim realizes it is up to him to pick a peach for himself. There is only one room left at their country boarding house and Jim wants to make sure that no one but the proper peach rents it. In order to keep the proprietress busy while he interviews the applicants for the room, Jim gives her the animated picture book to look at. There's the fly Mr. Fly, who is looking for a mate. In his travels, he imbibes rather too freely of the fiery water, and then, but what self-respecting fly would marry a drunkard? And Mr. Fly flies into the embraces of flypaper forever. Meanwhile, Jim is busily picking his peach. He turns away a stoutish lass who wants the room with her sister, but rents it to what he thinks is The Peach. But when that peach relaxes and takes off that wig of luxuriant curls, etc., Jim turns yellow. The peach is a lemon. Let's see what the proprietress is laughing at. It's Kid Kelly, who has just smoked papa's butt. How the room swims, and how his head whirls, and oh, poor Fido. Gosh, what a strong cigar. It reminds us of the day we stole that first one from Dad. The proprietress has just turned another page when Jim emerges from the house, pursued by the cling-stone. Nothing left to do; he is going to end it all, and he heads for the lake. Then he meets the corpulent miss and her sister, the one whom he refused the room to, uh, mamma, what a sister that is; those eyes; that hair; those teeth. That settles it. Jim heads for the lake with the lemon in hot pursuit and then, bubble, bubble. Poor Jim.