You will treat him as you do the other boys, and if he wants to work, pay him the same wages--if he earns them.
It wasn't exactly throwing flowers in the path my young feet should tread, but it might have been worse.

At least, he did not give Perry Potter his unbiased opinion of me, and it left me with a free hand to warp their judgment somewhat in my favor.

But--"If he wants to work, pay him the same wages--if he earns them." Whew! I might have saved him the trouble of writing that, if I had only known it.

Dad could go too far in this thing, I told myself chestily.

I had come, seeing that he insisted upon it, but I'd be damned if I'd work for any man with a circus-poster name, and have him lord it over me.