"I was afraid that Johnsy would indeed sail down, down like the leaf."
“What!” “Are there such fools? Do people die because leaves drop off a tree? I have not heard of such a thing. No, I will not come up and sit while you make a picture of me. Why do you allow her to think such a thing? That poor little Johnsy!”
“Dear, dear Johnsy!”
“It is the last one,” “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.”