Picnic at Hanging Rock Page #2

the others return from the picnic.

Bertie! Bertie!

Jesus, where are you?

Oh, Miranda!

I like this one.

'Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

'Thou art more lovely and

more temperate.

'Rough winds do shake

the darling buds of May,

'And summer's lease hath

all too short a date. '

That's funny!

Blowed if me watch hasn't stopped.

Dead on 12.00.

That's real funny.

C'est trs jolie, n'est-ce pas?

You wouldn't have the time,

I suppose, miss?

Ah, Miranda, your pretty

little diamond watch.

Don't wear it any more.

Can't stand the ticking above my heart.

If it were mine I'd wear it always,

even in the bath.

Would you, Mr Hussey?

Stopped at twelve.

Never stopped before.

Must be something magnetic.

Well after two, I'd say.

We'd better be careful.

I promised Mrs Appleyard I'd have

you lot back at the college by eight.

Except for those people down there,

we might be the only living creatures

in the whole world.

- Excuse me, Mam'selle.

- Yes, Marion?

I should like to make a few measurements

at the base of the rock if we have time.

With Miranda and Irma.

Oh, please, Mam'selle.

We'll be back long before tea.

Et bien. Allez!

May I come too, please?

So long as you don't complain.

I won't. I promise.

And don't worry about us, Mam'selle.

We shall only be gone a little while.

Now I know.

What do you know?

I know that Miranda is a Botticelli angel.

Wait!

Can you manage it, Edith?

- I don't know.

I don't want to get my feet wet.

Oh!

Thought the little fat one

was gonna take a bath.

Some of them are real lookers.

Have a look at the shape of

the dark one with the curls.

Built like an hourglass.

And 'ave a go at the last one!

The blonde!

Oh, she'd have a decent pair a' legs.

All the way up to her bum.

ld rather you didn't say

crude things like that, Albert.

I say the crude things.

You just think 'em.

Miranda!

Take my word for it.

The Sheilas are all alike

when it comes to fellas.

Doesn't matter if it's a bloody

college you come from

or the Ballarat Orphanage where

me and me kid sister was dragged up.

Didn't know you were an orphan.

Geez! I haven't thought of that

bloody dump in donkeys' years.

Miranda!

I think I'll just, er... stretch my legs

a bit before we go.

Look!

Not down at the ground, Edith.

Way up there in the sky.

Why can't we just sit on this log and

look at the ugly old rock from here?

It's nasty here!

I never thought it would be so nasty,

or I wouldn't have come!

We can't go much further.

We promised Mam'selle...

...we wouldn't be long away.

If only we could stay out all night...

and watch the moon rise.

Blanche said Sara writes poetry

in the dunny!

She found one there on the floor

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