 I tried to forget about it, but last Saturday morning at breakfast, my landlady reopened the case. Connie, I've been thinking. If you're going to be a June bride, we better step on it. At last, a proposal. I'm serious, dear. You've got to bring home to Mr. Boynton the fact that this is the month of romance. The time when all living creatures reach out to one another. If I reach out any further, I'll look like a giraffe.