I saw one or two little girls wiping their eyes.

I think they felt sorry for the birds.
"Has any boy done anything about blinders and check-reins ?" asked the president, after a time.
A brown-faced boy stood up.

"I had a picnic last Monday," he said; "father let me cut all the blinders off our head-stalls with my penknife." "How did you get him to consent to that ?" asked the president.
"I told him," said the boy, "that I couldn't get to sleep for thinking of him.

You know he drives a good deal late at night.

I told him that every dark night he came from Sudbury I thought of the deep ditch alongside the road, and wished his horses hadn't blinders on.