Were I a bride, I should want it to be the last day of May that I might have June breakfasts. A tiny painted table, some gay little curtains, a yellow song canary and a bowl of lavender and pink sweet peas would make food a very minor consideration. But even so, ordinary toast would take on a certain -charm if served on the painted table and cinnamon toast and fresh strawberries would be Utopia in breakfasts ..