head ache to count them. But now it's easy. There goes another
one. There are only five left now."
"Five what, dear? Tell your Sudie."
"Leaves. On the ivy vine. When the last one falls I must go, too.
I've known that for three days. Didn't the doctor tell you?"
"Oh, I never heard of such nonsense," complained Sue, with
magnificent scorn. "What have old ivy leaves to do with your
getting well? And you used to love that vine so, you naughty girl.
Don't be a goosey. Why, the doctor told me this morning that your
chances for getting well real soon were - let's see exactly what he
said - he said the chances were ten to one! Why, that's almost as
good a chance as we have in New York when we ride on the street
cars or walk past a new building. Try to take some broth now, and
let Sudie go back to her drawing, so she can sell the editor man
with it, and b