Question:
Read the text and answer the questions.
Two young artists named Sue and Joanna shared a studio apartment in the Greenwich Village area of New York, trying to realize their dreams. In November pneumonia killed many people. Unluckily, Joanna fell ill, too. One morning, a doctor examined Joanna and then spoke with Sue in another room. "She has decided that she has no chance. All we can do is give her a strong will to live."

Holding back her tears, Sue went to Joanna's room. Joanna lay with her face toward the window, eyes wide open. She was counting something backward. "Twelve," she said, and a little later "eleven" until "five," almost together. Sue looked out of the window. What was there to count? There was a wall covered with an old ivy vine growing half way up it. The cold breath of autumn has stricken the leaves from the vine until it was almost bare.

"Five what, dear?" asked Sue.

"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too."

"Oh, Don't be silly." Said Sue, "You will get better."

"There goes another one. I want to see the last one fall before it gets dark."

"Try to sleep." said Sue. "I must call Mr. Behrman up to be my model for my drawing of an old miner. Don't try to move until I come back."

Old Behrman was a poor painter who lived in the building. 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 to artists who could not pay for a professional model.

Sue found Behrman in his room. In one area was a blank canvas that had been waiting twenty-five years for the first line of paint. Sue told him about Joanna and how she feared that her friend would float away like a leaf.

"What!" Old Behrman was angered at such an idea. "How silly! Just take me to her room."

Joanna was sleeping when they went in. A cold rain was falling, mixed with snow.

The next morning, Sue awoke after an hour's sleep. She found Joanna staring at the covered window. "Pull up the shade; I want to see." Sue obeyed.

"It's the last leaf," said Joanna. "It will fall today, and I will go with it."

When night came, the rain began to fall again with a strong wind.

The next morning, Joanna demanded that the window shade be raised. The ivy leaf was still there. Joanna lay for a long time, looking at it. And then she called Sue, "I have been a bad girl. I'm so wrong. Now I want to get well and paint again."

The doctor came to see Joanna in the afternoon. He told Sue "Joanna is improving. Now I must see Behrman. Pneumonia, too, very ill. Little hope for him."

Later that day, Sue came to Joanna, and put one arm around her.

"Mr. Behrman died of pneumonia in the hospital today. He was sick only two days. When someone went into his room, Behrman was lying there with his shoes on. His shoes and clothes were all wet. Nobody knew why."

"Oh, poor Behrman!" Cried Joanna.

"See the last leaf on the wall," said Sue, " It looks like a real leaf, doesn't it? "

"A real leaf ? "

"Ah, darling, it is Behrman's masterpiece -- he painted it there the night when the last leaf fell."
1. What are the names of the 2 artistis?
2. What condition killed many people?
3. Did Joanna fall ill?
4. What was her prognosis?
5. How did she react?
6. Who spoke with her?
7. Who was the painter in the building?
8. How did he earn money?
9. How many years for the first line of paint?
10. Did Joanna improve?

Numbered answers:
1. Sue and Joanna
2. pneumonia
3. yes
4. she has no chance.
5. She was counting something backward
6. a doctor
7. Old Behrman
8. by serving as a model to artists
9. twenty-five years
10. yes

Question:
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CHAPTER FOUR.

OKIOK BECOMES SIMPLE BUT DEEP, AND THE WIZARD TRIES TO MAKE CAPITAL OUT OF EVENTS.

Of course Ujarak, wise man though he was esteemed to be, could not help being struck dumb by the unexpected sight of the gaunt foreigner. Indeed, having so long held supposed intercourse with familiar spirits, it is not improbable that he imagined that one of them had at last come, without waiting for a summons, to punish him because of his deceptive practices, for he turned pale--or rather faintly green--and breathed hard.

Perceiving his state, it suddenly occurred to the sailor to say--"Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you." He inadvertently said it in English, however, so that Ujarak was none the wiser.

"Who is he?" demanded the angekok--perhaps it were more correct to call him wizard.

Okiok, expecting Rooney to reply, looked at him, but a spirit of silence seemed to have come over the stranger, for he made no reply, but shut his eyes, as if he had dropped asleep.

"He is a Kablunet," said Okiok.

"I could see that, even if I had not the double sight of the angekok," replied the other, with a touch of sarcasm, for Eskimos, although by no means addicted to quarrelling, are very fond of satire. They are also prone to go straight to the point in conversation, and although fond of similes and figurative language, they seldom indulge in bombast.

With much solemnity Okiok rejoined that he had no doubt of Ujarak's being aware that the man was a Kablunet.
1. What was another name for the angekok?
Numbered answers:
1. Eskimos