(popping her head out) Oh, hubby, are you sure we're properly married?
Came to the States about '90, I think, and lost her hubby on a ranch in California.
Well, these are for my hubby—tulips—I've embroidered them myself.
Now she lives in four rooms and tends baby, while hubby escapes to the club.
Hubby's got a two-year contract with the World Advertising Company.
Hubby appeared to be slightly discomfited at this and beat a hasty retreat.
Well, when you get tired of hubby, you can run off with Uncle George.
When hubby discusses the question of expansion just pipe up and show him what you know about it.
You've got to find us something under sixty to pal around with, Hubby mine, that's all there is to it.
Grace is not going with us for she says a baby is a nuisance at a hotel and then 'hubby' can't afford it.