As usual, I am speed knitting. I want to finish my Doctor Who sweater now! I also want to sew! I ordered a sewing machine and got an email saying it would be in today, but the the tracking number is showing that it's still in New Jersey (and I do not live in New Jersey). I won't be getting it today, that's for sure. I cut and pinned the fabric at least! If it doesn't come tomorrow, I am almost definitely going to be hand sewing myself a pair of pants.
This letter is a little different from the Godfather reply. At least in that one, the man accepted, even though he couldn't actually be there. I suppose the author of this book is giving options for people. If a man wants to refuse, he could probably write something similar, and if a woman wanted to accept she could copy the other one too.
From a Lady excusing herself from being Godmother
17 Athol Place, W.
June 10th.
Dear Mrs. Morris,
I am sure you will excuse me from undertaking to be godmother to your little daughter when I tell you that I have always thought that the parents and near relatives of a child are most fitted for the post of sponsors, as from their position towards it they have a better opportunity of fulfilling the promises made in it's name than those less near to it could possibly have. No doubt others think differently, but these are my views, and you will not, I am sure, be offended at my thus frankly expressing them. I hope to call and see you soon, and little Gertrude also.
Very sincerely yours,
E. G. Robinson.
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