"Tony was against [the ad] from the get-go," Warfield wrote.
And Cap had to perform most of the duties of Major Warfield's valet.
He met me everywhere—except in the presence of Major Warfield.
Miss Warfield drew herself almost unusually erect after courtesying, as if in protest at having to bow at all.
It was a paper—a note actually folded, and addressed “Warfield!”
"Of course you go to the High School next year," Mr. Warfield said a week or so before school closed.
That the engine was a sore point with Captain Warfield was patent.
The Warfield car went on, lurching over the inequalities of the narrow road.
"They haven't repaired the engine yet," Captain Warfield grumbled gleefully.
"I'll go with you," Senator Warfield offered suavely and kept alongside.