freda, that's like the old story about the new minister in town. He'd been meaning to get around to each parishioner's home to visit with them a little. The last one he went to was out on a farm, a little old lady had him to dinner. Well, they had a fine meal, a fine visit, and when it came time to clear the table, he offered to help and to also wash them up or dry. She told him, "Oh, don't worry about it. There's nothing a little soap and water can't clean." After asking once or twice more and her insisting on the efficacy of her soap and water, he let it go. They went into the sitting room/front parlour and had an after dinner cookie and tea. When it came time for him to leave, they went out on the porch where he offered her his prayers and thanks. He also offered, once more, to help with the dishes. Again, she insisted that she would take care of them with soap and water. So, in his car he goes, waves goodbye and starts to drive away. Just then, he hears her yell "Soap! Water!" As he watched, two dogs came running up and she let them in the house...:-)