Now Lisa, when the second sister was safely delivered, began to plan her own escape. She pulled out another empty chest and then one evening after she had succeeded in making old Wetehinen comfortable and drowsy she begged him to carry this also to her father. He grumbled and protested but finally promised.
“And you won’t look inside, will you? Promise me you won’t!” Lisa begged.
Wetehinen said he wouldn’t, but he intended to just the same.
Well, the next morning as soon as Wetehinen went out, Lisa took the churn and dressed it up in some of her own clothes. She carried it to the top of the house and perched it on the ridge of the roof before a spinning wheel. Then she herself crept inside the third chest and waited.
When Wetehinen came home he looked up and saw what he thought was Lisa spinning on the roof.
“Hullo!” he shouted. “What are you doing up there?”
Lisa, in the chest, answered in a voice that sounded as if it came from the roof:
“I’m spinning. And you, Wetehinen, my dear, don’t forget the chest that you promised to carry to my poor old father. It’s standing in the kitchen.”
Wetehinen grumbled but because of his promise he hoisted the chest on his shoulder and started off. When he had gone a little way he thought to put it down and take a peep inside. Instantly Lisa’s voice, sounding as if it came from the roof, cried out:
“No! No! You promised not to look inside!”