It was unstamped.

She opened it, and stepped out of the humdrum into the whirligig.
DEAR MISS CONOVER: If anything should happen to me all the things in my apartment I give to you without reservation.
STEPHEN GREGORY.
She read the letter a dozen times to make sure that it meant exactly what it said.

He might be ill.

After she had cooked her supper she would run round and inquire.

The poor lonely old man! She went into the kitchen and took inventory.