" ...]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? ...]."