This concise statement appeared to satisfy the clerk that his "firm" was _done_, and the young man and _his_ bill stepped out. Another _ring_, and Flannigan opens the door; two men wanted to see Mr. Flash; he had been buying some tin-ware of one, and the other he owed for putting up a fire range in the building, and which range and accoutrements poor Flannigan had bought for twenty-five dollars, cash down! These gentlemen felt very vindictive, of course, and hinted awful strong that Flannigan was privy to Flash's movements; and a great deal more, until Flannigan losing his patience, and then his temper, ordered the men to vamose!--they did, giving poor Flannigan a "good blessing" as they walked away! The family was about to sit down to a "made-up dinner" in the back parlor, when the bell rang; the Irish girl answered the call, and returned with a bill of sundry groceries, handed in by a man at the door. "Tell him Mr. Flash has gone--left--don't know him, and don't want to know him, or have any thing to do with him or his bill!" The girl carried back the bill; presently Flannigan hears a _muss_ in the hall, he gets up and goes out; there was Biddy and the grocer's man in a high dispute. Biddy--"true to her instinct," had made a bull of her message by telling the man her master didn't know him; go to the divil wid his bill! Flannigan managed to pacify the man, and give him to understand that Mr. Flash was gone to parts unknown, and--the grocer, in common with bakers, butchers, tinners and china dealers--were _done!_ But now came the tug of war; two "colored ladies" made their appearance, for a small bill of seven dollars, for washing and ironing the dickeys and fine linen of the Flashes. "An' de fac _am_," says the one, "we's bound to hab de money, _shuah!_" It did not seem to _take_ when Flannigan informed his colored friends that they were surely _done_, as their debtor had "cut his lucky" and gone! The darkies felt inclined to be _sassy_, and Flannigan closed the door, ordering them to create a vacancy by clearing out, and just as he closed the door, ring goes the bell! "Be gor," says a brawny "adopted citizen," planting his brogan upon the sill, as Flannigan opened the door--"I've come wid me _coz_-zin to git her wages, ye's owin' her!" "Me? Owe you?" cries poor Flannigan. "_Igh!_" says Paddy, trying to push his way into the hall. "Stand back, you scoundrel!" cries Flannigan. "_Scoun-thril!_" roars the outraged "adopted citizen." "Stand back, you infernal ruffian!" exclaims Flannigan, as Paddy makes a rush to grab him.