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"She is very ill and weak," said Sue, "and the fever has left her mind morbid and full of strange fancies. Very well, Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet." ffice ffice" />
7 c5 E% Z$ f2 J% Y/ B5 M1 \6 Y "You are just like a woman!" yelled Behrman. "Who said I will not bose? Go on. I come mit you. For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick. Some day I vill baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes." 5 \, Q/ F6 }/ q
Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs. Sue pulled the shade down to the window-sill, and motioned Behrman into the other room. In there they peered out the window fearfully at the ivy vine. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A persistent, cold rain was falling, mingled with snow. Behrman, in his old blue shirt, took his seat as the hermit miner on an upturned kettle for a rock.
7 h2 r( ]7 ]9 v7 g When Sue awoke from an hour's sleep the next morning she found Johnsy with dull, wide-open eyes staring at the drawn green shade.
+ v* e* U5 e) z. x' F. d$ S "Pull it up; I want to see," she ordered, in a whisper. / g% P# B7 D. C% P& L/ F
Wearily Sue obeyed.
9 H% d- E/ r8 @/ F+ p3 h$ T But, lo! after the beating rain and fierce gusts of wind that had endured through the livelong night, there yet stood out against the brick wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. Still dark green near its stem, with its serrated edges tinted with the yellow of dissolution and decay, it hung bravely from the branch some twenty feet above the ground.
0 K! ?" I. n7 l; z, N "It is the last one," said Johnsy. "I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard the wind. It will fall to-day, and I shall die at the same time." ' M5 U6 D$ R% Q
"Dear, dear!" said Sue, leaning her worn face down to the pillow, "think of me, if you won't think of yourself. What would I do?"
6 W& S8 M% r2 J# O5 W5 l But Johnsy did not answer. The lonesomest thing in all the world is a soul when it is making ready to go on its mysterious, far journey. The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed.
% e, f. w: M1 j5 X The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again loosed, while the rain still beat against the windows and pattered down from the low Dutch eaves.
( n1 z: p' I8 B1 n- ]9 ~: w6 s When it was light enough Johnsy, the merciless, commanded that the shade be raised. : G/ e" q8 j% u; s0 C
The ivy leaf was still there.
" L: S6 N7 F, d/ V" x0 \9 N Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it. And then she called to Sue, who was stirring her chicken broth over the gas stove.
7 l$ J8 F# o, e# D% T( Q! Z7 f "I've been a bad girl, Sudie," said Johnsy. "Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was. It is a sin to want to die. You may bring a me a little broth now, and some milk with a little port in it, and - no; bring me a hand-mirror first, and then pack some pillows about me, and I will sit up and watch you cook." , k$ Z& {+ e1 i! y; c: O7 ^
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"Sudie, some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples."
5 U- O! Z/ y$ F: h" o The doctor came in the afternoon, and Sue had an excuse to go into the hallway as he left. ) t! Q" _# T: q; Q; H
"Even chances," said the doctor, taking Sue's thin, shaking hand in his. "With good nursing you'll win." And now I must see another case I have downstairs. Behrman, his name is - some kind of an artist, I believe. Pneumonia, too. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable." . }9 N5 }- e8 D' i" U" t; F8 p
The next day the doctor said to Sue: "She's out of danger. You won. Nutrition and care now - that's all." * c3 C6 g C$ g8 {7 i$ v1 |2 F4 v
And that afternoon Sue came to the bed where Johnsy lay, contentedly knitting a very blue and very useless woollen shoulder scarf, and put one arm around her, pillows and all.
, a" i: k* u: k0 m! o- ^& o "I have something to tell you, white mouse," she said. "Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia to-day in the hospital. He was ill only two days. The janitor found him the morning of the first day in his room downstairs helpless with pain. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night. And then they found a lantern, still lighted, and a ladder that had been dragged from its place, and some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colours mixed on it, and - look out the window, dear, at the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece - he painted it there the night that the last leaf fell." | 
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