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Title: The Naturewoman

Author: Upton Sinclair

Posting Date: February 15, 2009 [EBook #3301]
Release Date: July, 2002

Language: English

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THE NATUREWOMAN

By Upton Sinclair

CHARACTERS

Oceana: the Naturewoman.
Mrs. Sophronia Masterson: of Beacon Street, Boston.
Quincy Masterson, M.D.: her husband.
Freddy Masterson: her son.
Ethel Masterson: her younger daughter.
Mrs. Letitia Selden: her elder daughter.
Henry Selden: Letitia's husband.
Remson: a butler.

ACT I
Drawing-room of the Masterson home; afternoon in winter.

ACT II
The same; the next afternoon.

ACT III
A portion of the parlor, as a stage; the same evening.

ACT IV
Henry Selden's camp in the White Mountains; afternoon, a week later.

THE NATUREWOMAN

ACT I

[Scene shows a luxuriously furnished drawing-room. Double doors, centre,
opening to hall and stairway. Grand piano at right, fireplace next to
it, with large easy-chair in front. Centre table; windows left, and
chairs.]

[At rise: ETHEL standing by table; a beautiful but rather frail girl of
sixteen; opening a package containing photograph in frame.]

ETHEL. Oceana! Oceana! [She gazes at it in rapture.] Oh, I wonder if
she'll be as good as she is beautiful! She must be! Oceana! [To REMSON,
an old, white-haired family servant, who enters with flowers in vase.]
No message from my brother yet?

REMSON. Nothing, Miss Ethel.

ETHEL. Look at this, Remson.

REMSON. [Takes photograph.] Is that your cousin, Miss Ethel?

ETHEL. That's she. Isn't she lovely?

REMSON. Yes, miss. Is that the way they dress in those parts?

ETHEL. The natives don't even wear that much, Remson.

REMSON. It must be right warm t