Daisy could not imagine what they were doing, but she saw that they were all looking at her.

She came back a step or two.

Now there was another shout greater than the other; the women flourished handkerchiefs, the men waved their arms above their heads.

"Long life to ye!" "Good luck to ye forever!" "Blessings on ye for a lady!" "Many thanks to ye, Miss Daisy!" "May ye niver want as good!" "Hurra for the flower of Melbourne!"-- Shouts various and confused at last made Daisy comprehend they were cheering _her_.

So she gave them a little courtesy or two, and walked off again as fast as she thought it was proper to go.
She went home and to the library, but found nobody there; and sat down to breathe and rest; she was tired.