The Troubles of a Mover.
"Mr. Flash in?"
"Mr. Flash? Don't know any such person, my son."
"Why, he lives here!" continued the boy.
"Guess not, my son; I live here."
"Well, this is the house, for I brought the things here."
"What things?" says our friend, Flannigan.
"Why, the door mat, the brooms, buckets and brushes," says little breeches.
Flannigan looks vacantly at his own door mat, for a minute, then says he—