Not till I had crawled up to the brush fence, on the very edge of the grove, and peeked through did I see the performer.
"Ways of Wood Folk"
William J. Long
She rolled her to the door, then stopped and cracked it and peeked out.
"Syndrome"
Thomas Hoover
She gingerly moved over to where the purse was resting and peeked in.
"Syndrome"
Thomas Hoover