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Later that day,Sue came up to Johnsy,and put one arm around her.'Mister Behrman died of pneumonia today,'she said.'He was sick only two days.They found him on the morning of the first day very weak,and his shoes and clothing were completely wet and icy cold.Do you know why?Look out of the window,dear,at the last ivy leaf on the wall.Didn't you wonder why it never moved when the wind blew?Behrman painted it there the night when the last leaf fell.'Ħ5.What does the first paragraph one serve as?Ī.The background.B.The topic.C.An explanation.D.An example.Ħ6.What does Johnsy's counting back suggest?Ī.She felt very bored.

Later in the day,the doctor came.'Even chances,'said the doctor.'With good care,you'll win.And now I must see another case,Behrman,which is severe.'

The next morning,when it was light,the ivy leaf was still there.Johnsy lay for a long time,looking at it.And then she called to Sue,who was preparing chicken soup.'Would you please bring me a little soup now?'asked Johnsy. The next morning,Sue awoke after an hour's sleep.She found Johnsy with wide﹣open eyes staring at the covered window.'Pull up the shade；I want to see,'she ordered,quietly.Sue obeyed.'There's still one,'said Johnsy.'I thought it would fall during the night.I heard the wind.' Old Behrman yelled,'Miss Johnsy should not be so sick!Someday I will paint a masterpiece,and we shall all go away.'Johnsy was sleeping when they went upstairs.Sue pulled the shade down to cover the window.She and Behrman went into the other room.They looked out a window fearfully at the ivy vine.Then they looked at each other without speaking.A cold rain was falling,mixed with snow.Behrman sat and posed as the miner. Sue found Behrman in his room.In one area was a blank canvas(画布) that had been waiting twenty﹣five years for the first line of paint.Sue told him about Johnsy and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf.

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Old Behrman was a painter who lived on the ground floor of the apartment building.Behrman was a failure in art.For years,he had always been planning to paint a work of art,but had never yet begun it.He earned a little money by serving as a model for artists who could not pay for a professional model. 'Don't be silly.'said Sue.'Try to eat some soup now.And,let me go back to my drawing,so I can sell it to the magazine and buy food and wine for us.I must call Mister Behrman up to be my model.'

'Six leaves are still there,'said Johnsy,quietly.'When the last one falls I must go,too.I've known that for three days.Didn't the doctor tell you?' Johnsy's eyes were open wide.She was looking out the window and counting﹣counting backward.'Ten,'she said,and a little later'Nine'； and then'Eight'and'Seven,'almost together.Sue looked out the window.What was there to count?There was only an empty yard with an old ivy vine (常春藤),which went bad at the roots and climbed half way up the wall.The cold breath of autumn had struck leaves from the plant until its branches,almost bare,hung on the bricks. Johnsy lay on her bed,hardly moving.One morning,a doctor examined Johnsy and took her temperature.Then he spoke with Sue in another room.'She has one chance in ten,'he said.'She can hardly make it.'After the doctor had gone,Sue went into the workroom and cried.Then she went to Johnsy's room with her drawing board.She began making a pen and ink drawing for a story in a magazine.After a while,Sue heard a low sound,several times repeated.She went quickly to the bedside. Many artists lived in the Greenwich Village area of New York.Two young women named Sue and Johnsy shared a studio apartment at the top of a three﹣story building.In November,a cold,unseen stranger came to visit the city.A disease,pneumonia,killed many people.