A little boy was playing with his hobby-horse one day, and making a great deal of noise, when an old gentleman, who lived in the next room, called to him and said, “Can you not play more quietly?” The little boy answered, “It is raining and I can't go out of doors.” The old gentleman said, “But can you not make less noise, for I am sick and need rest.” The little boy said, “If that is the case, I will not make any noise.” When his mother came home, she praised him for his kindness, and said he did right. Little Johnnie, for that was his name, had forgotten all about the old gentleman, when, a week after, a large box came to him on which was written, “To my young neighbor, a souvenir of a rainy day.” The box was full of beautiful lead soldiers and cannons, with which he had a great deal of pleasure. When his mother saw them she said, “You see, my son, kindness always receives its reward.”