Donald wouldn't wear more than four pairs of boots a year if he was a billionaire.

And yet----" He turned to Joanne.

The pressure of her hand was warmer on his arm.

Her beautiful eyes were glowing, and her red lips parted as she waited breathlessly for him to go on.
"And yet, we're going to a place where you can scoop gold up with a shovel," he finished.

"That's the funny part of it." "It isn't funny--it's tremendous!" gasped Joanne.