And to Lakla, surrounded by them, from babyhood, they were not strange, at all.

Why shouldn't she think them beautiful?
The same thought must have struck O'Keefe, for he flushed guiltily.
"I think them beautiful, too, Lakla," he said remorsefully.

"It's my not knowing your tongue too well that traps me.

_Truly_, I think them beautiful--I'd tell them so, if I knew their talk." Lakla dimpled, laughed--spoke to the attendants in that strange speech that was unquestionably a language; they bridled, looked at O'Keefe with fantastic coquetry, cracked and boomed softly among themselves.
"They say they like _you_ better than the men of Muria," laughed Lakla.
"Did I ever think I'd be swapping compliments with lady frogs!" he murmured to me.

"Buck up, Larry--keep your eyes on the captive Irish princess!" he muttered to himself.
"Rador goes to meet one of the _ladala_ who is slipping through with news," said the Golden Girl as we addressed ourselves to the food.
"Then, with Nak, he and Olaf go to muster the _Akka_--for there will be battle, and we must prepare.