“Don’t you realize—and you an American—that everyone is born free and equal?” “They’re not,” said Cornelia with calm certainty. “My good girl, it’s part of your constitution!” “Cousin Marie says politicians aren’t gentlemen,” said Cornelia. “And of course people aren’t equal. It doesn’t make sense. I know I’m kind of homely-looking, and I used to feel mortified about it sometimes, but I’ve got over that. I’d like to have been born elegant and beautiful like Mrs. Doyle, but I wasn’t, so I guess it’s no use worrying.”
