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You might be deformed , to look at your back ! If you go on like this , you will grow so round-shouldered that you wo n't be able to get straight again , and how will you like that ? '' Trix deliberately finished her scale , then faced her sister , and retorted pertly -- `` Very much indeed , thank you -- if you will only realise that I _ ca n't _ help it , and leave me alone ! I 'd rather be a humpback at once , than be worried morning , noon , and night about deportment , as I am now . My back 's my own ; I can use it as I like ! '' `` It 's wicked to talk like that , Trix , and very impertinent as well ! Who is to tell you of your faults if we do n't at home ?