A LITTLE boy in the city who had no nice playyard was sometimes allowed to play in the street. His mother always told him to have nothing to do with boys who used bad words, and Johnny felt as if he must be good when trusted alone. One day another boy, to whom he had lent his drum, got vexed, and broke out in rude and disagreeable language. Johnny marched right up to the boy and asked for his drum, saying, "I must go to my mother." "Why? What for?" the children all inquired. "Mama never lets me play with boys who use bad words," said Johnny. "Well, I won't use any more bad words if I may play with you," said the boy, sorry to lose the music of the drum. "I'll ask my mother," said Johnny, "and if she says I may, then I will; but I shouldn't like to learn such words." "Tell your mother," answered the boy, "I'm done now; she needn't ever be afraid any more of my using bad words, for I won't—if she thinks so." Johnny's mother watched the children at their play for a time afterward, and she never learned that the boy broke his promise not to use bad language any more.—Philadelphia Methodist.