Not that she gets much pleasure from it, either; no gourmet, she, forever meditating the exquisite difference between a mayonnaise sharpened with a few drops of Orleans vinegar or one pointed up with a squeeze of fresh lemon juice. No. Abby never aspired so high, nor would she ever think to do so ev[...]

Lizzie Borden with an axe

Gave her father forty whacks

When she saw what she had done

She gave her mother forty-one.

Childrens rhyme

Early in the morning of the fourth of August, 1892, in Fall River, Massachusetts.

Hot, hot, hot. . . very early in the morning, before the factory whistle, but, [...]