MRS. MASTERSON. [Coldly.] It will take you, a little while to get used to civilized ways...
OCEANA. Oh, no, no, no! I know about that... I know how it is. Father told me about Boston.
MRS. MASTERSON. My dear...
OCEANA. Don't worry about me. I'm really going to try to behave myself ... in every way. I want to get the right sort of clothes, you know. I couldn't get them on my trip...
MRS. MASTERSON. It's just as well, my dear. You'd best have us attend to that. You will need mourning for quite a while, you understand.
OCEANA. Mourning!
MRS. MASTERSON. Yes... for your grandfather.
OCEANA. But, my dear Aunt Sophronia, I couldn't possibly wear mourning! No, no! I couldn't do that!
MRS. MASTERSON. [Astonished.] Why not?
OCEANA. In the first place, I never mourn.