"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.
It was a paper—a note actually folded, and addressed “Warfield!”
Miss Warfield drew herself almost unusually erect after courtesying, as if in protest at having to bow at all.
That the engine was a sore point with Captain Warfield was patent.
"Of course you go to the High School next year," Mr. Warfield said a week or so before school closed.
"They haven't repaired the engine yet," Captain Warfield grumbled gleefully.
The Warfield car went on, lurching over the inequalities of the narrow road.
"Get into the boat and take an oar," Captain Warfield ordered the latter.
"I'll go with you," Senator Warfield offered suavely and kept alongside.