Manor of Hard Knocks

During the Great Depression (And it was pretty great!), the Manor was an orphanage, and D. was its keeper. She ruled the roost with an iron fist, profiting in many ways from the children she giddily held captive. One fond memory that comes to mind involves a little girl who once dared stray from her quarters past curfew. When morning came and she discovered that D. had not amputated any limbs (as D. is wont to do to little girls that misbehave), the girl breathed a sigh of relief - she had gotten away with it!

Of course, D. had the last laugh. The little girl grew older and became striken with ovarian cancer. It's amazing what happens when your orphanlady poisons your breakfast with lead paint chips every morning for seven years!