“No! No! You promised not to!”
“I’m not looking inside!” Wetehinen roared, and in a fury he left the chest and started back into the water.
All the way home he grumbled and growled:
“A nice way to treat a man, always making him carry chests! I won’t carry another one no matter how much she begs me!”
When he came near home he saw the spinning wheel still on the roof and the figure still seated before it.
“Why haven’t you got my dinner ready?” he called out angrily.
The figure at the spinning wheel made no answer.
“What’s the matter with you?” Wetehinen cried. “Why are you sitting there like a wooden image instead of cooking my dinner?”
Still the figure made no answer and in a rage Wetehinen began climbing up the roof. He reached out blindly and clutched at Lisa’s skirt and jerked it so hard that the churn came clattering down on his head. It knocked him off the roof and he fell all the way to the ground and cracked his wicked old head wide open.
“Ouch! Ouch!” he roared in pain. “Just wait till I get hold of that Lisa!”