The first of winter vacation had begun and Greenglass Inn was overlooking the inlet of harbors down belowthat jutted out into the Skidwrack River on a snowy evening. A customer rang the bell for an old railcar to come to the bottom of the steep slope of Whirlforber Hill to pick him up (which was very unusual because Greenglass Inn hardly got any visitors until well into christmas vacation).
Milo Pine was diligently working on his math homework to get it out of the way so he could enjoy the vacation. Milo Pine was the adopted son of Mr. and Mrs. Pine who both owned the inn. He was looking forward to spending time with his parents and got frustrated when the cold brittle bell rang. "No one comes during vacation!" thought Milo. Now he would have to help take care of the guests instead of relaxing by himself a bit.