The artists were trying to paint September mornings one September morning, but it soon developed into a September evening with a good night attached, when one of them tried to sell a bum painting to a shrewd dealer and the other tried to paint a model against her will. This unpleasantness was soon over, however, and the artists got into a Grecian garden where some dancing girls were running around with a smile and some jewelry on, and a gentleman was trying to take snapshots with a camera. The gentleman and the artists tried to look at the ladies simultaneously and as there was only room for one spectator there arose a dispute as to who should gain the vantage point. This dispute was not polite and the three gentlemen start to chase one another about among the poison ivy and whortleberry vines. The dancers remained unembarrassed, but some conscientious policemen thought they were indecent and attempted to hold overcoats over them out of respect for the public morals. The ladies thought differently and ditched the policemen in the cold lake and went back to dance in the sunlight. Things were almost smooth and delightful again when the art dealer appeared and insisted with a Krupp gun the artist could hardly refuse. The other artist was confronted with some little past professional dirty work that he indulged in at one time, and this little affair was unpleasant. The only ones who remained unruffled were the dancing girls, who continued to sport in the sun.