AfterthedoctorhadgoneSuewentintotheworkroomandcriedaJapanesenapkintoapulp.ThensheswaggeredintoJohnsy'sroomwithherdrawingboard,whistlingragtime. Johnsylay,scarcelymakingarippleunderthebedclothes,withherfacetowardthewindow.Suestoppedwhistling,thinkingshewasasleep. Shearrangedherboardandbeganapen-and-inkdrawingtoillustrateamagazinestory.YoungartistsmustpavetheirwaytoArtbydrawingpicturesformagazinestoriesthatyoungauthorswritetopavetheirwaytoLiterature. AsSuewassketchingapairofeleganthorseshowridingtrousersandamonocleofthefigureofthehero,anIdahocowboy,sheheardalowsound,severaltimesrepeated.Shewentquicklytothebedside. Johnsy'seyeswereopenwide.Shewaslookingoutthewindowandcounting-countingbackward. "Twelve,"shesaid,andlittlelater"eleven";andthen"ten,"and"nine";andthen"eight"and"seven",almosttogether. Suelookssolicitouslyoutofthewindow.Whatwastheretocount? Therewasonlyabare,drearyyardtobeseen,andtheblanksideofthebrickhousetwentyfeetaway.Anold,oldivyvine,gnarledanddecayedattheroots,climbedhalfwayupthebrickwall. Thecoldbreathofautumnhadstrickenitsleavesfromthevineuntilitsskeletonbranchesclung,almostbare,tothecrumblingbricks. "Whatisit,dear?"askedSue. "Six,"saidJohnsy,inalmostawhisper."They'refallingfasternow.Threedaysagotherewerealmostahundred.Itmademyheadachetocountthem.Butnowit'seasy.Theregoesanotherone.Thereareonlyfiveleftnow." "Fivewhat,dear?TellyourSudie." "Leaves.Ontheivyvine.WhenthelastonefallsImustgo,too.I'veknownthatforthreedays.Didn'tthedoctortellyou?" "Oh,Ineverheardofsuchnonsense,"complainedSue,withmagnificentscorn. "Whathaveoldivyleavestodowithyourgettingwell?Andyouusedtolovethatvineso,younaughtygirl. Don'tbeagoosey.Why,thedoctortoldmethismorningthatyourchancesforgettingwellrealsoonwere---let'sseeexactlywhathesaid---hesaidthechancesweretentoone!Why,that'salmostasgoodachanceaswehaveinNewYorkwhenwerideonthestreetcarsorwalkpastanewbuilding. Trytotakesomebrothnow,andletSudiegobacktoherdrawing,soshecanselltheeditormanwithit,andbuyportwineforhersickchild,andporkchopsforhergreedyself." "Youneedn'tgetanymorewine,"saidJohnsy,keepinghereyesfixedoutthewindow."Theregoesanother.No,Idon'twantanybroth.Thatleavesjustfour.Iwanttoseethelastonefallbeforeitgetsdark.ThenI'llgo,too." "Johnsy,dear,"saidSue,bendingoverher,"willyoupromisemetokeepyoureyesclosed,andnotlookoutthewindowuntilIamdoneworking?Imusthandthosedrawingsinbytomorrow.Ineedthelight,orIwoulddrawtheshadedown." "Couldn'tyoudrawintheotherroom?"askedJohnsy,coldly. "I'dratherbeherebyyou,"saidSue."Beside,Idon'twantyoutokeeplookingatthosesillyivyleaves." "Tellmeassoonasyouhavefinished,"saidJohnsy,closinghereyes,andlyingwhiteandstillasafallenstatue,"becauseIwanttoseethelastonefall.I'mtiredofwaiting.I'mtiredofthinking.Iwanttoturnloosemyholdoneverything,andgosailingdown,down,justlikeoneofthosepoor,tiredleaves." "Trytosleep,"saidSue."ImustcallBehrmanuptobemymodelfortheoldhermitminer.I'llnotbegoneaminute.Don'ttrytomoveuntilIcomeback."