...in the old country. She arrives at her cottage and sees her finishing jarring some preserves. The mother is excited to see her and says she will make some tea as soon as she is finished. Hurriedly, she finishes her jarring and climbs atop the counter to store them on the top shelf of her kitchen. The daughter scolds her for unsafely climbing on the counter, she scowls her and says to wait until she can fetch a stepstool so she can reach up safely.

Undeterred, the mother keeps going loading her big jars atop the high shelf, pleased with her days work. One by one she hoists the large heavy jars up and onto the old shelf. As she loads the last jar, she carefully makes her way down but looks up aghast as she hears a low rumble of a jar sliding off the rickety old shelf above.

She panics, looses her footing and falls to the floor, helpless, watching the massive jars fall, BANG, one on the floor, CRASH, on on the counter and finally one square on her head. The daughter hears the calamity from downstairs and rushes down "mammy!, mammy!?". BANG, SMASH as the jars crash down.

The daughter bursts through the kitchen door, witnessing the carnage in front of her, and exclaimes "oh no! They Kilner!"