"You call my _Akka_ things!" "Well," said Larry, a bit taken aback, "what do you call them ?" "My _Akka_ are a _people_," she retorted.

"As much a people as your race or mine.

They are good and loyal, and they have speech and arts, and they slay not, save for food or to protect themselves.

And I think them beautiful, Larry, _beautiful_!" She stamped her foot.

"And you call them--_things_!" Beautiful! These?
Yet, after all, they were, in their grotesque fashion.