"Thank you." She studied him critically and then shook her head sadly. He wouldn't do.
I've got to be sure I get the right one, she thought. I'll know him when I see him, she reassured herself. It certainly isn't this one.
There ought, she thought, to be a lot of eligible bachelors in Hollywood. The movies ought to attract them.
Two days later she walked down to the bank and instructed the teller to transfer $5,000 of her money to a checking account in her name at the Security First National Bank in Los Angeles.
She told her father she was going to take a little vacation.
"There's plenty of eligible bachelors here," he said.
"Why dad!" she exclaimed indignantly. "... And anyway, none of them ever has asked me."
"God help the man you set your mind on, that's all I can say."