If a peeler was to take their names, they'd be shiverin' with fright.
He knows old Peeler, the low miserable scoundrel, who is her father.
He sent a reporter on a secret mission to Peeler's house to find if she were there.
A hundred yards from Peeler's front gate he drew rein and listened.
The editor was busy writing when Mr. Peeler entered the room furtively.