. . she mightn't be willing. She wants to suppress
me, and oh, I just can't be suppressed! I must have something to do or
I'll jump out of my skin, Ethel. Truly, my dear, if this goes on much
longer, I'll go out and climb the telegraph pole in front of the
house! And if I can only make an impression with my dancing, then I
may choose that for my career. I've been thinking of it seriously . .
. it's one way,
that people might let me preach joy and health to them. If I can't do
that, I'll go off and turn into a suffragette, or join the Anarchists,
or something worse!
ETHEL. Freddy, what do you say?
FREDDY. I'll stand my share of the racket.
OCEANA. Oh, come on! I'm just wild for some kind of mischief! I could
dance like the grandmother of all the witches! Come, let's practice
some. Play for me, Ethel! Play! [Pushes her toward the piano; raises
her hands in triumph; whispers.] Henry!
CURTAIN
ACT III
[Front part of stage shows an ante-room, with folding doors opening to
rear part, which represents a portion of the Masterson parlor,
curtained off to form a stage for the dance. Entrances down stage
right and left. Up stage, at the left, are the curtains, which part in
the middle; they are held by a cord which is fastened by the wall.
OCEANA'S trunk stands near entrance, right. Also a couple of chairs.]
[At rise: FREDDY stands left, holding curtain cord. OCEANA lies up
centre, covered with the "Bridal-robe," asleep.
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