`` But you are not ugly , '' he said . `` Oh , I am ugly -- I am ugly , '' she cried . `` Just look at me -- right at me . Does n't it hurt you to look at me ? '' Jims looked at her gravely and dispassionately . `` No , it does n't , '' he said . `` Not a bit , '' he added , after some further exploration of his consciousness . Suddenly the lady laughed beautifully . A faint rosy flush came into her unscarred cheek . `` James , I believe you mean it . '' `` Of course I mean it . And , if you do n't mind , please call me Jims . Nobody calls me James but Aunt Augusta . She is n't my whole aunt . She is just Uncle Walter 's half-sister . He is my whole uncle . '' `` What does he call you ? '' asked the lady . She looked away as she asked it . `` Oh , Jims , when he thinks about me .
He does n't often think XXXXX me .
James Jims about after as at if into of right