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His more common name is the Peabody bird; while a Jefferson man, who was driving me over the Cherry Mountain road, called him the Peverly bird, and told me the following story: A farmer named Peverly was walking about his fields one spring morning, trying to make up his mind whether the time had come to put in his wheat.
The question of woman suffrage was presented before 621 organizations of men through the efforts of a committee formed for that purpose, under Mrs. Evelyn Peverly Coe's chairmanship. Women attended nearly all the primaries and town meetings, distributing literature and urging the men to vote yes. As the election approached the work along all lines grew more intensive.
"I don't quite follow you," he said, fixing his gaze upon Tearle again. "If you recollect, you advised me strongly four days ago to consult Sir Peverly Salt about the condition of my heart, and you impressed upon me that his opinion was the best that was obtainable. You rang him up and an appointment was fixed for this morning at half-past nine, and I was told to call on you shortly after nine."
Ballard loudly, "but I don't want to keep Sir Peverly waiting." "I don't see why you shouldn't keep him waiting," said Tearle. "In fact I really don't see why you should go to him at all." Mr. Ballard stared for a moment. Then his eyes travelled round the table and dwelt first on Sarakoff and then on me. I suppose something in our manner rather baffled him, but outwardly he shewed no sign of it.
The question was important, and he was still in a deep quandary, when a bird spoke up out of the wood and said, "Sow wheat, Peverly, Peverly, Peverly! Sow wheat, Peverly, Peverly, Peverly!" That settled the matter. The wheat was sown, and in the fall a most abundant harvest was gathered; and ever since then this little feathered oracle has been known as the Peverly bird.
A large, stout, red-faced gentleman entered, wrapped in a thick frieze motor coat. He nodded to us briefly. "Sorry to interrupt," he said, "but time's getting on, Tearle. My consultation with Sir Peverly Salt was for half past nine, if you remember. It's that now." "Oh, there's plenty of time," said Tearle. "Sit down, Ballard. It's nice and warm in here." "It may be nice and warm," replied Mr.
He paused, and once more his eyes dwelt in turn upon each of us. They returned to Tearle. "It is now twenty-five minutes to ten," he said. His face had become redder, and his voice louder. "And I understood that Sir Peverly is a very busy man." "He certainly is busy," said Tearle. "He's far too busy. It is very interesting to think that business is only necessary in so far " "Look here," said Mr.
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