Here he paused to consider what he should say next, and Little Buttercup (to give him time) said, just as before:
Frequentlee,
I agree.
By this time the Captain had thought of something more:
Paw of cat the chestnut snatches;
Worn-out garments show new patches;
Men are grown-up “catchy-catches.”
Yes (said Little Buttercup) I know
That is so.
Then she sang, under her breath, so that nobody at all should hear her.