If she'd said anything 'twouldn't have been so bad; but she didn't--just looked.

I could feel my bald spot reddenin' up till I swan to man I thought it must be breakin' out in blisters.

'Never see anybody that looked just like me, did you, Sis ?' I says to her, when I couldn't stand it any longer.

'No, sir,' she says, solemn as an owl.

She was right out and honest, I'll say that for her.
That's the only time Marcellus laughed while we was inside that house.
I didn't blame him much.