The doctor came in the afternoon. He is an old, weak man, and the attack is acute. It was the last one on the vine. Then he said he must go downstairs to see another patient. His shoes and clothing were wet through and icy cold. Sue had some sad news to announce. Their number was dwindling fast as they fell faster then.
The general key of the text is sentimental and pessimistic. The character wants something or desires something. No, I don't want any soup. It is a rather uncanny thought. Then they looked at each other for a moment without speaking. Local characteristics are shown directly too. Just then, she heard a low, muffled sound that appeared to be a count-down exercise.
Johnsy recalled her desire to paint the Bay of Naples. Then he repeated his bravado that one day he would paint his masterpiece. The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lone ivy leaf clinging to its stem against the wall. Didn't the doctor tell you? The fancy seemed to possess her more strongly as one by one the ties that bound her to friendship and to earth were loosed. Finally she decides to eat what Sue cooks for her, thus gets better. In need of help Sue goes to Behrman who at first is abrupt but then decides to paint a leaf on the wall his masterpiece. The autumn cold wind had stripped the vine of its leaves laying bare its skeleton branch.
There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain of her? His painting was to be a woman and baby representing Mary and Jesus in the manner of the great Renaissance painter Raphael. But I think you are a horrid old - old flibbertigibbet. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window. There is no hope for him; but he goes to the hospital to-day to be made more comfortable.
Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings. Johnsy has given up on life. Thanks for the comment Devanshi. With a pallid face, she lay helplessly on her iron bed looking vacantly at the outside sky through the Dutch window. And then, with the coming of the night the north wind was again down from the low Dutch eaves. Sue asked Johnsy to let her finish her incomplete art work. He also declared that Johnsy was forlorn, and had lost all her will to recover.
Johnsy is going to die in a very short time unless something can be done to save her. She told him of Johnsy's fancy, and how she feared she would, indeed, light and fragile as a leaf herself, float away when her slight hold upon the world grew weaker. Johnsy lay, scarcely making a ripple under the bedclothes, with her face toward the window. An old, old ivy vine, gnarled and decayed at the roots, climbed half way up the brick wall. Your friend has made up her mind that she is not going to get well. Subscribe to The Sitting Bee. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? For years, he had always been planning to paint a work of art, but had never yet begun it.
Sue convinces Johnsy to stop counting the falling leafs so Sue can paint to make money instead of watching over her beloved for a while. Which he does at the end of the story. She and Behrman went into the other room. The next morning Sue got up from her one-hour sleep to find Johnsy staring at the green colored shade that had been drawn down. No one could know where Behrman had been in that wet night. Sue found Behrman smelling strongly of juniper berries in his dimly lighted den below. He asked if Johnsy had any young man in mind.
Sue stopped whistling, thinking she was asleep. Why did artists flock to the Greenwich Village? Johnsy was down with the disease. It is a sin to want to die. Vy do you allow dot silly pusiness to come in der brain aof her? He was past sixty and had a Michael Angelo's Moses beard curling down from the head of a satyr along the body of an imp. Forty years he had wielded the brush without getting near enough to touch the hem of his Mistress's robe.