His aunt stared -- and snorted . Her snort was meant to express kindly amusement , but it sounded like derision and contempt . `` Yer ma was n't so humly as me , '' she said cheerfully , `` but she wa n't no beauty either . None of the Temples was ever better lookin ' than was necessary . We was workers . Yer pa wa 'n' t bad looking . You 're humlier than either of 'em . Some ways ye take after yer grandma -- though she was counted pretty at one time . She was yaller and spindlin ' like you , and you 've got her eyes . What yer so int ` rested in yer ma 's looks all at once fer ? '' `` I was wondering , '' said Roger coolly , `` if Father ever looked at her across the table and wished she were prettier . '' Catherine giggled . Her giggle was ugly and disagreeable like everything else about her -- everything except a certain odd , loving , loyal old heart buried deep in her bosom , for the sake of which Roger endured the giggle and all the rest . `` Dessay he did -- dessay he did . Men al ` ays has a hankerin ' for good looks . But ye 've got to cut yer coat ` cording to yer cloth . As for yer poor ma , she did n't live long enough to git as ugly as me . When I come here to keep house for yer pa , folks said as it would n't be long ` fore he married me . I would n't a-minded . But yer pa never hinted it .
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