Jack Barbour, the father of six beautiful daughters - the oldest of whom is not quite seven - drove home tonight through a little flurry of rain and saw what looked like the fluttering of innumerable white flags in the laundry yard of his house in Seacliff, San Francisco. Putting his car in the garage, he grabbed his big two-handled basket, and hurriedly took the laundry off the line. We find him now, knocking with one bent knee against the back door...