Mother came to the door and looked in with happy eyes.

My mother looked at the wall above the King's head.

"What do any mother and child look like at 3 in the morning?"

My mother moved to the table and sat down, looking at the paper.

You look like the son every mother has been looking for.

If his mother is looking for him, then there would have to be.

His mother had often looked at him in that way.

And sometimes they ran off when their mother wasn't looking.

His mother had looked something like this thing of death.

His mother looked at him; he had turned to her.