1 Her son, she said, who was in the army.
2 I don't know what I should do if you acted like Mr. King's son.
3 "In spite of the curly crop, I don't see the 'son Jo' whom I left a year ago," said Mr. March.
4 "It will be an immense care for Jo," said Meg, stroking the head of her one all-absorbing son.
5 The lady was good and lovely and accomplished, but he did not like her, and never saw his son after he married.
6 "Yes, he has been like a son to us, and we are very fond of him," replied Mrs. March, returning the look with a keen one.
7 I am not sure, but I think it was because his son, Laurie's father, married an Italian lady, a musician, which displeased the old man, who is very proud.
8 Mamma was an abject slave to their caprices, but Papa was not so easily subjugated, and occasionally afflicted his tender spouse by an attempt at paternal discipline with his obstreperous son.
9 So held, John had waited with a womanly patience till the little hand relaxed its hold, and while waiting had fallen asleep, more tired by that tussle with his son than with his whole day's work.
10 Come, Demi, and Meg led her son away, feeling a strong desire to spank the little marplot who hopped beside her, laboring under the delusion that the bribe was to be administered as soon as they reached the nursery.
11 For two or three hours the sun lay warmly in the high window, showing Jo seated on the old sofa, writing busily, with her papers spread out upon a trunk before her, while Scrabble, the pet rat, promenaded the beams overhead, accompanied by his oldest son, a fine young fellow, who was evidently very proud of his whiskers.