MR. POLLITT'S VOICE: Nolan, Nolan!
(The lights come up across stage, where Mr. Pollitt is sitting in an easy chair. Nolan and Rose hurry to him, with Little Yvonne.)
NOLAN: We all came to say goodbye.
MR. POLLITT: This old man—with cataracts, too. But I'm not so old or so blind that I can't still make out beauty. Yvonne, you get prettier every time I see you. (He kisses her and then embraces Rose and shakes Nolan's hand.) How old are you now?
LITTLE YVONNE: I'm six, Mr. Pollitt.
MR. POLLITT: And you're all ready to go to Snyder? It's just an itty-bitty place, you know.
ROSE: For a chance for Nolan to coach junior college, we'd go anywhere.
MR. POLLITT: Nolan, you should have had that chance long ago.... Will you ladies excuse us for a second? (They nod and move aside.) Nolan, I've got one favor to ask of you.
NOLAN: Anything, sir.
MR. POLLITT: When I die, will you...will you come back and be one of my pallbearers?