"Whenever little Jane went down to the beach she saw the big girl.
She always called her the big girl because she didn't know her name , and she was tall and rather proud looking. Little Jane was rather afraid of her, although she liked the look of her very much."
Enid Blyton, The Big Girl, 1951
Okay so maybe I am not that big. But when I found this on my windscreen it made me smile. Its like one of the children in the street is telling me she knows my secret. The purple hair didn't trick them one bit.