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The Last Leaf

Sue

Johnsy

Doctor

Old Behrman

Scene Ⅰ

Aside:

In a little district west of Washington Square the streets have run crazy and broken themselves into small strips called "places." These "places" make strange angles and curves.

One day,an artist once discovered a valuable possibility in this street. So, to quaint old Greenwich Village the art people soon came prowling.

( Sue and Johnsy meet at the restaurant of an Eighth Street...)

S: Hey,I find our tastes in art, food and clothes so congenial.Maybe we can have a joint studio.

J: Oh,that’s great.We’d better look for a studio with north windows, Dutch attics and low rents.

S: It couldn’t be better.Then we can import some pewter mugs and a chafing dish or two from Sixth Avenue.

J: It sounds exciting.Let’s take action right away.

Scene Ⅱ

Aside:

That was in May. In November a cold, unseen stranger, whom the doctors called Pneumonia, stalked about the colony(聚居地), touching one here

and there with his icy fingers.

Johnsy unluckily suffered from Mr.Pneumonia.she lay, scarcely moving, on her painted iron bedstead, looking through the small Dutch window-panes at the blank side of the next brick house.

One morning the busy doctor invited Sue into the hallway...

D: Let us say, She only has one chance in ten.And that chance is for her to want to live. But Your little lady has made up her mind that she's not going to get well. Has she had anything on her mind?

S: She ... she wanted to paint the Bay of Naples some day.

D: Paint? - bosh! Has she anything on her mind worth thinking twice - a man for instance?

S: A man?Is a man worth .... but, no, doctor; there is nothing of the kind.

D: She is so weak.I will do my best.But whenever my patient begins to count the carriages in her funeral procession I subtract 50 per cent from the curative power of medicines. If you will get her to ask one question about the new winter styles in clothes, I will promise you a one-in-five chance for her.

Scene Ⅲ

Aside:

After the doctor went ,Sue went into the workroom and cried.Then she entered into Johnsy's room with her drawing board, whistling a tune. Johnsy lay with her face toward the window.

Sue heard a low sound, several times repeated. She went quickly to the bedside. ( Johnsy's eyes were open wide. She was looking out the window and counting backward. )

J: Twelve...eleven...ten,ten...nine...eight,seven..(almost toghther)

(Sue look solicitously out of the window.)

S: What is it,dear?