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MISS NOBODY FROM NOWHERE
The girls at Higbee School that term had a craze for marking everything they owned with their monograms. Such fads run through schools like the measles.
Their clothing, books, tennis rackets, school-bags--everything that was possible--blossomed with monograms, more or less ornate.
"N. N." What could one do with "N. N."? It was simply impossible to invent an attractive-looking monogram with those letters.
"N. N.--Nancy Nelson--just Nobody from Nowhere," quoth Nancy to Miss Trigg, the teacher and school secretary who, despite her thick spectacles and angular figure, displayed more of a motherly interest in Nancy than anybody else at Higbee School.
Miss Prentice, the principal, never seemed to be interested in Nancy. The latter had nobody to "write home to," either good or bad about the school--so the principal did not have to worry about her. And it didn't matter whether Nancy's reports showed "improvement" or not--there was nobody to read them.
Miss Trigg was also a lonely person; perhaps that was why she showed some appreciation for "Miss Nobody from Nowhere." Sometimes in the long summer vacation she and Nancy were alone at the school. That drew the two together a little. But Miss Trigg was a spinster of very, very uncertain age--saving that she couldn't be young!--and it was the more surprising that she seemed to understand something of what the sore-hearted young girl felt.
"The greatest king-maker the world ever saw--the man who turned all Europe topsy-turvy--was known only by one initial--and that your own, Nancy. Here! I will make you a more striking monogram than any of the other girls possess," and quickly, with a few skilful strokes of her pencil, Miss Trigg drew a single "N" surrounded by a neat, though inverted, laurel wreath.
"Now your monogram will not conflict with Napoleon's," she said, with one of her rare laughs; "but it is quite distinctive. It stands for 'Nancy.' Forget that 'Miss Nobody from Nowhere' chatter. You may be quite as important as any girl in the school--only you don't know it now."
That was what really troubled Nancy Nelson. She was too cheerful and hopeful to really care because she couldn't entwine the two initials of the only name she knew into an artistic bowknot! It was because "N. N." really meant nothing.
For Nancy didn't know whether the name belonged to her or not. She knew absolutely nothing about her identity--who she was, who her people had been--of course, it was safe to say she was an orphan--where she had lived before she came to the Higbee Endowed School when she was a little tot, who paid her tuition here, or what was to become of her when she was graduated.
And Nancy Nelson, now approaching the end of her last year at the school, was more and more persuaded that she should know something about herself--something more than Miss Prentice, or Miss Trigg could tell her.
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