Produced by Charles Franks and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team 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 there, I fancy. ETHEL. Oh, yes... they never know what cold weather is. REMSON. What is the name of it, Miss Ethel? ETHEL. Maukuri--it's in the South Seas. REMSON. It seems like I've heard of cannibals in those parts, somewhere. ETHEL, Yes, in some of the groups. But this is just one little island by itself... nothing else for a hundred miles and more. REMSON. And she's lived there all this time, Miss Ethel? ETHEL. Fifteen years, Remson. REMSON. And no folks at all there? ETHEL. Not since her father died. REMSON. [Shakes his head.] Humph! She'd ought to be glad to get home, Miss Ethel. ETHEL. She didn't seem to feel that way. [Takes book and seats herself by fireplace.] But we'll try to make her change her mind. Just think of it... she's been forty-six days on the steamer! REMSON. Can it be possible, miss? ETHEL. Wasn't that the street door just now, Remson? REMSON. I thought so, Miss Ethel. [Moves to door.] Oh! Mrs. Masterson. MRS. MASTERSON. [In doorway; a Boston Brahman, aged fifty, wearing street costume, black.] Any news yet, Remson? REMSON. None, madam. MRS. MASTERSON. Master Frederick is at the dock?