And the next thing we decided was that Joe packs up this wife of his, whether she happens to like it or not, and takes her over to Paris.

See?
And if she tries to keep him from work by yanking him all around to the shops--" While Nourse growled on in his surly way, Ethel slipped quietly into the hall--where presently Sally with one arm about her was proffering a handkerchief and murmuring.
"Use mine, dear.".