But I never knew him. Aunt Sophronia . . . I never saw him in
my life!
MRS. MASTERSON. Even so, my dear! Hasn't he left you all his fortune?
OCEANA. But am I supposed to mourn over that? Why, I'd naturally be
happy about that!
LETITIA. Oceana!
OCEANA. But surely . . wouldn't you be happy about it?
MRS. MASTERSON. My child, one is not supposed to set so much store by
mere money . . .
OCEANA. But Aunt Sophronia, money is power! And isn't anybody glad to
have power? What else did I come here for?
MRS. MASTERSON. I had hoped you had come home for some other things .
. . to see your relatives, for instance.
ETHEL. Here's father!
OCEANA. Uncle Quincy!
DR. MASTERSON. [Enters.] My dear girl! You have come! [Embraces her.]
Why, what a picture you are! A very storm from the tropics ! My dear
Oceana!
OCEANA. I'm so glad to get here.
DR. MASTERSON. Yes, indeed! I can believe it! And a strange experience
it must have been . . . your first plunge into civilization!
OCEANA. Yes, Uncle Quincy! It's been horrible!
DR. MASTERSON. Horrible, my dear? In what way?
OCEANA. It's been almost too much for me. Really . . . I could
understand how it might feel to be sick!
DR. MASTERSON. Why, what did you see?
OCEANA. Everything! It rushed over me, all at once! The people . . .
their dreadful faces! And such noises and odors and sights!
DR. MASTERSON. I hadn't realized . . .
OCEANA. And then the saloons! Rows and rows of them! It is ghastly!
LETITIA.
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