Picnic at Hanging Rock

stretch my legs a bit.

Oh, don't go too far... and be careful.

There could be snakes.

- How's it goin'?

- All right.

They finished eating, have they?

Pardon?

The colonel and the missus.

- They finished eating, have they?

- Oh, yes, they have.

Expect me up there in a minute, I suppose.

Clear away.

- Can't be more'n midday.

- No.

I thought it was a little early

for lunch myself.

Yeah.

Drink?

Thank you.

You know, they always allow an hour

longer than it takes to get 'ere,

and then they got 'ere straight away.

Thanks.

Ta!

Not that they got anything else to do.

I mean, they never go for

a walk or nothin'.

Get on! Come on!

To St Valentine!

To St Valentine!

I hope you have learned

your poetry, Sara.

Sit up straight, child.

Hold your shoulders back.

You're getting a dreadful stoop.

Well, have you got your lines by heart?

Well, have you?

I can't. It doesn't make sense.

Sense? You little ignoramus!

Evidently you don't know

that Mrs Felicia Heymans is considered

one of the finest of our English poets.

I know another piece of poetry by heart.

It has ever so many verses, much more

than 'The Wreck of the Hesperus'.

Would that do?

What is the name of this poem?

'An Ode to St Valentine'.

lm not acquainted with it.

Where did you find it?

I didn't find it. I wrote it.

You wrote it?

'Love abounds, love surrounds'

Oh, no thank you, Sara. Strange as it

may seem, I still prefer Mrs Heymans.

Give me your book and proceed to

recite to me as far as you have gone.

Your book, please, Sara.

Thank you.

Go on.

I can't.

Not one line?

I shall leave you now, Sara.

I expect you to be word perfect when

I send Miss Lumley in in half an hour.

Otherwise, lm afraid I shall have to

send you to bed

instead of letting you stay up until

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