OCEANA. Yes; and that's why you're undeveloped and frail. But tell me, don't you ever have an impulse to play? That beautiful snow out there—don't you want to tumble round in it and pelt each other with snowballs?
FREDDY. We did that when we were children.
OCEANA. Yes, that's the way. But I, you see... I'm a child still; and I expect to be always.
ETHEL. And are you always happy, Oceana?
OCEANA. Always.
ETHEL. You never... you never even start to feel sad?
OCEANA. Why yes, now and then. But I don't permit such moods. You see, I have the conviction that there is nothing beautiful or right about sorrow—never, under any circumstances.
ETHEL. You mean you would not mourn, even if some one you loved were to die?
OCEANA. I mean that I did not. [She pauses.] Yes, exactly... my father. He had been my life's companion, and they brought him home drowned; and yet I did not mourn.
ETHEL. Oceana!