Johnsy was asleep when they went upstairs. Sue and Behrman looked at each other without speaking. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow. They started working...
When Sue woke up next morning, she found Johnsy looking at the drawn curtains with wide-open eyes.
"Open the curtains; I want to see!" she commanded in a whisper.
The rain was beating against the windows and a strong wind was blowing, but one leaf still stood out against the brick wall. It was the last on the vine. It hung bravely from a branch about twenty feet above the ground.
The day wore away, and even through the twilight they could see the lonely leaf on its branch against the wall. And then with the coming of the night the north wind blew again with greater force, and the rain still beat against the windows.