All together, the three bowed themselves down to the floor
and lifted up the three golden chests.
I noticed that the big king men all had on regular high-top
shoes just like Papa's. I looked up at their faces.
"Mama! They ain't no kings! That's them bad Bailey-"
"Hush!" Mama clamped her hand across my lips and pulled me
down into her lap. "Tonight, hon, they're kings, the Orient
Kings. You listen to Captain Jones."
I had forgotten all about him. He was standing up there in
front of Aunt Vic and the lamp, still reading, his white beard
quivering.
...they saw the young child with Mary his mother, and fell down,
and worshipped him: and when they had opened their treasures,
they presented unto him gifts; gold, and frankincense, and myrrh.
Captain Jones stopped. He closed the Bible. Still, nobody
moved or said a word.
Then Aunt Vic gave a quick motion with her hand. The curtains
went together, and such noisy scrambling and talking broke out
back on the stage that both Aunt Vic and Mister Shepherd had to
hurry behind the curtains to quiet the school children.
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