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The last sheet
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
street
crosses
itself
a
time
or
two
.
An
artist
once
discovered
a
valuable
possibility
in
this
street
.
Suppose
a
collector
with
a
bill
for
paints
,
paper
and
canvas
should
,
in
traversing
this
route
,
suddenly
meet
himself
coming
back
,
without
a
cent
having
been
paid
on
account
!
So
,
to
quaint
old
Greenwich
Village
the
art
people
soon
came
prowling
,
hunting
for
north
windows
and
eighteenth-century
gables
and
Dutch
attics
and
low
rents
.
Then
they
imported
some
pewter
mugs
and
a
chafing
dish
or
two
from
Sixth
avenue
,
and
became
a
"
colony
.
"
At
the
top
of
a
squatty
,
three-story
brick
Sue
and
Johnsy
had
their
studio
.
"
Johnsy
"
was
familiar
for
Joanna
.
One
was
from
Maine
;
the
other
from
California
.
They
had
met
at
the
table
d'hote
of
an
Eighth
street
"
Delmonico
's
,
"
and
found
their
tastes
in
art
,
chicory
salad
and
bishop
sleeves
so
congenial
that
the
joint
studio
resulted
.
That
was
in
May
.
In
November
a
cold
,
unseen
stranger
,
whom
the
doctors
called
Pneumonia
,
stalked
about
the
colony
,
touching
one
here
and
there
with
his
icy
fingers
.
Over
on
the
east
side
this
ravager
strode
boldly
,
smiting
his
victims
by
scores
,
but
his
feet
trod
slowly
through
the
maze
of
the
narrow
and
moss-grown
"
places
.
"
Mr.
Pneumonia
was
not
what
you
would
call
a
chivalric
old
gentleman
.
A
mite
of
a
little
woman
with
blood
thinned
by
California
zephyrs
was
hardly
fair
game
for
the
red-fisted
,
short-breathed
old
duffer
.
But
Johnsy
he
smote
;
and
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
with
a
shaggy
,
gray
eyebrow
.
"
She
has
one
chance
in
--
let
us
say
,
ten
,
"
he
said
,
as
he
shook
down
the
mercury
in
his
clinical
thermometer
.
"
And
that
chance
is
for
her
to
want
to
live
.
This
way
people
have
of
lining-up
on
the
side
of
the
undertaker
makes
the
entire
pharmacopeia
look
silly
.
Your
little
lady
has
made
up
her
mind
that
she
's
not
going
to
get
well
.
Has
she
anything
on
her
mind
?
"
"
She
--
she
wanted
to
paint
the
Bay
of
Naples
some
day
,
"
said
Sue
.
"
Paint
?
--
bosh
!
Has
she
anything
on
her
mind
worth
thinking
about
twice
--
a
man
,
for
instance
?
"
