"Yes; Terence, his name is. He's my right-hand man and attends to a lot of detail work for me."
"He's a handful," and Lucille laughed again. "I saw him in the kitchen, wheedling round Polly, and begging for cookies."
"I'll warrant he got 'em," said Stone. "He has a way with him that is persuasive, indeed. But he won't make you any bother. Fix him up a bed in the loft, or anywhere. He's willing to rough it."
"Oh, no, he can have a decent room, of course. I'll give him one in the garage, there's a nice one next to Campbell's."
At that moment, Terence appeared at the door.
"Come in," said Stone. "I want these ladies to know you."
Awkwardly the boy entered, and blushed furiously as Stone gravely introduced him all round.
"We'll be friends, Terence," said Iris, who felt sorry for his embarrassment, and who pleasantly offered her hand.
"Thank you, ma'am, and will you please call me Fibsy, it makes me feel more at home—like."
"Fibsy! What a funny name! Because you tell fibs?"