cabbage moth

Blanche was a fragile white moth beating against the unbreakable sides of a 1000 watt bulb.

What of the infinite goodness of God in teaching the grub of the ichneumon-fly to eat up the cabbage caterpillar alive?

Beans and bacon, cabbage and brown hard dumplings, formed the bill of fare, which the men washed down with plenty of table beer.

The (p. 325) moth, whose egg produces these larv, is a large white miller of unusual size and prolificness.

They never do anything but eat cabbage and cause gardeners to use bad language.

And they both think of the cabbage soup steaming in the pot that hangs from the hook right under the great chimney.