The Last Leaf

Slajd: 1
Oh, I have never heard of such nonsense. What have old ivy leaves to do with your getting well?
Patient: Johnsy Sickness: Pneumonia
Slajd: 2
For half an hour I haf peen trying to say dot I am ready to bose. Gott! Dis is not any blace in which one so goot as Miss Yohnsy shall lie sick.
Some day I will baint a masterpiece, and ve shall all go away. Gott! yes.
Mr. Behrman, if you do not care to pose for me, then you needn't. But I think you are a horrid old- old flibbertigibbet.
Slajd: 3
Patient: Johnsy Sickness: Pneumonia
Patient: Johnsy Status: Cured!
Look out the window... At the last ivy leaf on the wall. Didn't you wonder why it never fluttered or moved when the wind blew? Ah, darling, it's Behrman's masterpiece.
Slajd: 0
On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too.
Someday, I wish to paint The Bay of Naples
Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia today in the hosptial... They couldn't imagine where he had been on such a dreadful night.
And then they found.. some scattered brushes, and a palette with green and yellow colors mixed on it.

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