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“She is very sick and weak,” said Sue. “The sickness has put these strange ideas into her

mind. Mr. Behrman, if you won’t come, you do not. But I don’t think you’re very nice.”

“This is like a woman!” shouted Behrman. “Who said I will

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not come? Go. I come with you. For half an hour I have What y
been trying to say that I will come. God! This is not any Why was Johnsy
looking out of the
place for someone so good as Johnsy to lie sick. Some day I window ?
shall paint my masterpiece, and we shall all go away from

here. God! Yes.”

Johnsy was sleeping when they went up. Sue covered the window, and took Behrman

into the other room. There they looked out the window fearfully at the tree. Then they

looked at each other for a moment without speaking. A cold rain was falling, with a
little snow in it too.

Behrman sat down, and Sue began to paint. She worked through most of the night. In
the morning, after an hour’s sleep, she went to Johnsy’s bedside. Johnsy with wide-open

eyes was looking toward the window. “I want to see,” she told Sue.

Sue took the cover from the window. But after the beating rain and the wild wind that

had not stopped through the whole night, there still was one leaf to be seen against the

wall. It was the last on the tree. It was still dark green near the branch. But at the edges

it was turning yellow with age. There it was hanging from a branch nearly twenty feet

above the ground.

“It is the last one,” said Johnsy. “I thought it would surely fall during the night. I heard

the wind. It will fall today, and I shall die at the same time.”

“Dear, dear Johnsy!” said Sue. “Think of me, if you won’t think of yourself. What would

I do?”

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But Johnsy did not answer. The most lonely thing in the world What you Think?ou Think?
is a soul when it is preparing to go on its far journey. The
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ties that held her to friendship and to earth were breaking,
one by one.

The day slowly passed. As it grew dark, they could still
see the leaf hanging from its branch against the wall. And then, as the night came, the

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