“No, no, no.” Mother came flying up the aisle. “Now Imogene, you know you’re not supposed to say anything. Nobody says anything in our pageant, except the Angel of the Lord and the choir singing carols. Mary and Joseph and the Wise Men make a lovely pictures for us to look at while we think about Christmas and what it means.”
“I think I ought to tell them what his name is,” Imogene said.
“No. Besides, you remember it wasn’t Mary who named the baby.”
“I told you!” Ralph whacked Imogene on the back. “I named him.”
“Joseph didn’t name the baby either,” Mother said. “God sent an angel to tell Mary what his name should be.”
Imogene sniffed. “I would have named him Bill.”