In a stunning turn of events, her clothes are clean as a whistle - not a speck on her blue jeans or madras blouse. Her hands are another matter. They look as if she's been juggling coal. Dad allows that she will, but not to worry about it. Mollified, she plunges her hands back into the dirt, reaching eagerly for a particularly promising clod her father hands her.
Dads somehow have an eye for the best dirt clods.
The day is perfect. The black T-shirt he's sporting is getting mighty toasty in the sunshine. The temperature has cracked the 80-degree mark. Time to dredge the summer colors from the dresser drawers. Somewhere, a duck complains.