If she was amused by the frantic efforts of each suitor to outwit the other she was too tactful to display her emotion.

Perhaps she was more highly entertained by the manner in which Tinkletown femininity paired its venom with masculine admiration.
"Mornin', Miss Banks," was Anderson's greeting as he stamped noisily into the room.

He forgot that he had said good-morning to her when she stopped in to see Rosalie on her way to the schoolhouse.

The children ceased their outdoor game and peered eagerly through the windows, conscious that the visit of this dignitary was of supreme importance.
Miss Banks looked up from the papers she was correcting, the pucker vanishing from her pretty brow as if by magic.
"Good-morning, Mr.Crow.What are you doing away out here in the country?
Jimmy"-- to a small boy--"please close the door." Anderson had left it open, and it was a raw January wind which followed him into the room.
"'Scuse me," he murmured.

"Seems I ain't got sense enough to shet a door even.