It made Madame Vesant feel good to be treated as an almost-equal by the wife of the Secretary General, too, although she did not think of it that way, not being snobbish at heart.  But young Becky Vesey had been so insignificant that the precinct committeeman could never remember her name even though he noticed her bust measurement.  Becky Vesey had not resented it; Becky liked people.  She liked Agnes Douglas now.