Kit Kirasuma always seemed to have the solution to a problem in her pouch. When Mr. Montgomerys mailbox door came loose, she had a piece of copper wire to fasten it on; when Benji sliced his finger prying open a bottle of ginger ale, she stitched it up with a needle and some fishing line; Jennifer Murray was back on the road in a jiffy when Kit patched her flat bike tire with some chewing gum and sailcloth.
Hanging from a broken railroad tie on the old Black River Gorge bridge, with the harness strap slowly tearing, Kit wondered what she could pull out of the pouch to save the day this time.
