"And what I want to know is--Am I to be Keeper of the Keys here ?" It was now plain enough that my aunt--proceeding on the wise plan of always cultivating the poor creature's sense of responsibility--had given him some keys to take care of, and had put him on his honor to be worthy of his little trust.

I could not doubt that she would find some means of humoring him in the same way at Frankfort.
"Wait till the bells rings," I answered "and perhaps you will find the Keys waiting for you in Mistress' room." He rubbed his hands in delight.

"That's it!" he said.

"Let's keep watch on the bell." As he turned to go back again to his corner, Madame Fontaine's voice reached us from the top of the kitchen stairs.

She was speaking to her daughter.