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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
.
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
.
"
Pull
it
up
;
I
want
to
see
,
"
she
ordered
,
in
a
whisper
.
Wearily
Sue
obeyed
.
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
on
the
vine
.
Still
dark
green
near
its
stem
,
but
with
its
serrated
edges
tinted
with
the
yellow
of
dissolution
and
decay
,
it
hung
bravely
from
a
branch
some
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
!
"
said
Sue
,
leaning
her
worn
face
down
to
the
pillow
,
"
think
of
me
,
if
you
wo
n't
think
of
yourself
.
What
would
I
do
?
"
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
.
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
.
