... At that moment the yellow door opened and a small fairy looked out. Her hair was fluffed out round her shoulders, drying, and she was rubbing it with a towel. She stared at the peeping children. 'Did you ring my bell?' she asked. 'What do you want?' We just wanted to see who lived in the funny little tree-house,' said Joe, peering in at the dark room inside the tree. The fairy smiled. She had a very sweet face. 'Come in for a moment,' she said. 'My name is Silky, because of my silky hair.'
(from the Magic Faraway Tree, by Enid Blyton)