The Left Mitten Mystery
The lost-and-found box at Pine Hill School held forty-one things, and all of them had owners. All except one purple mitten with a white star on it.
Every day for a week, Nia held the mitten up in the hallway. "Does this belong to anyone?" she asked. Nobody said yes.
Nia was the box monitor that month, and she did not like leaving a puzzle unsolved. So she studied the mitten like a detective. It was small, so the owner was probably a younger child. It was damp near the thumb, so someone had been playing in the snow. And the star was stitched with uneven thread, as if someone had made it by hand.
"A grown-up made this," Nia said to herself. "Maybe a grandparent."
On Friday, she visited the kindergarten room and asked the teacher about a child with a grandmother who knits. The teacher thought for a moment. "Little Tobias," she said. "His grandmother knitted him mittens for his birthday."
Tobias was building a block tower in the corner. When he saw the mitten, his eyes went wide. He pulled its twin out of his coat pocket and held them side by side.
They matched perfectly. Nia put the mitten in his hand, and she crossed it off the list with a big green check mark.