One evening in early February, Kit was very bored. She had looked everywhere for something to do, but to no avail. She stood at the windows staring grumpily out at all of the snow, which had been there for months.
"Mum!" she cried out, "what can I do?" Her mother let out a gasp when she realised that Kit was speaking to her from eight feet off the ground. "Kit Madelyn Kittredge! Get down from there this instant!"
Kit had just scrambled down from the window sill when her sister came running in. "Oh, Kit! It's awful! You'll never believe it!". "What happened?" Kit replied.
"Someone stole all of the valentines!"
Stacey was surprised to see a tear roll down Kit's cheek. "I've never really celebrated Valentine's Day with my friends before, and now it's all over." "Don't worry, Kit! Maybe you could find the Valentines," Stacey answered kindly.
"Of course! That's exactly what I'll do."
"I'm Kit M. Kittredge, detective!" And with that, Kit ran off to begin her search.
She checked on the bookshelf...
She checked behind the curtains...
She even checked behind the guitar...
Once Kit was satisfied that the Valentines were nowhere nearby, she headed into her bedroom.
Exhausted from her search, she collapsed onto her bed. Her eyelids began to droop.
And she slowly slipped into slumber, but the mystery remained on her mind. To be continued...
