Sue found Behrman in his poorly-lighted room and told him of Johnsy’s fancy, and that she didn’t know how to handle the situation.
“I can’t keep her from looking at those leaves! I just can’t!” she cried out. “And I can’t draw the curtains in the daytime. I need the light for my work!”
“What!” the old man shouted. “Why do you allow such silly ideas-to come into her head? No, I won’t pose for you! Oh, that poor little Miss Johnsy!"
“Very well, Mr Behrman," Sue said, “If you don’t want to pose for me, you needn’t. I wish I hadn’t asked you. But I think you’re a nasty old — old — ” And she walked to wards the door with her chin in the air.
“Who said I wouldn’t pose?” shouted Behrman. “I’m coming with you. This isn’t a place for Miss Johnsy to be ill in! Some day I’ll paint a masterpiece, and we’ll all go away!"
Johnsy was asleep when they went upstairs. Sue and Behrman looked out of the window at the grape-vine. Then they looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. They started working...
When Sue woke up next morning, she found Johnsy look ing at the drawn curtains with wide-open eyes.
“Open the curtains; I want to see!" she commanded in a whisper.
The rain was beating against the windows and a strong wind was blowing, but one leaf still stood out against the brick wall. It was the last on the vine. It hung bravely from a branch about twenty feet above the ground.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lonely leaf on its branch against the wall. And then with the coming of the night the north wind blew again with greater force, and the rain still beat against the win dows.
When it was light enough, Johnsy ordered Sue to open the curtains. The^vine leaf was still there.
Johnsy lay for a long time looking at it and then said:
“I’ve been a bad girl, Sue. I wish I hadn’t been so wicked. Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how wicked I was when I wanted to die. You may bring me a little soup now and some milk with a little port wine in it, and — no, bring me a hand-mirror first and pack some pillows about me, I want to sit and watch you cook.”
The doctor came in the afternoon and said Johnsy was out of danger. "And now I must see another patient down