The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour of 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. After the beating rain and fierce wind that blew through the night, there yet stood against the wall one ivy leaf. It was the last one on the vine. It was still dark green at the center. But its edges were colored with yellow. It hung bravely from the branch about seven meters 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 toward the bed. «Think of me, if you will not think of yourself. What would I do?» But Johnsy did not answer. The next morning, when it was light, Johnsy demanded that the window shade be raised. 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. «I have been a bad girl,» said Johnsy. «Something has made that last leaf stay there to show me how bad I was. It is wrong to want to die. You may bring me a little soup now.» An hour later she said: «Some day I hope to paint the Bay of Naples.»