Written for The Tribune.ANSWER TO EVE“The Willows,” June, 1S90.My Dear Eve:—In the cold gloom of a very disorderly room I seat myselfto answer your sketch-wordy letter.Timothy Titcomb and Maria Amanda both have the chicken-pox, and I fear Ebenezer is taking them, so between the house-keeping and the children I am well nigh distracted. Aunt Sophia arrived yesterday for a six weeks’visit, and I mentioned incidentally that youhad gone down to the convention as adelegate ; she went into hysterics, and is barely able to be out of bed this morning. She says that you and Susan B. are both crazy, lunatics of the most dangerous order, and I ought to haveyou taken to the asylum at once, think of that Eve! I am willing tomake any sacrifice to get Lord Roscoe put down; I’ve been jealous of that man for some time, and now that he hasmashed your best bonnet my feelingshave reached a climax. I regret to tell you that the canned fruit all dusted (excuse that word) the day after you left. In your hurry to get off to the convention, I think you did not cook it enough. Aunt Sophia must be losing her mind; she has been sitting in the corner all day. muttering such expressions as these; “Prodigal extravagance! Dirt and disorder! Motherless children! Something might, could and should lie done to break up this everlasting wear the breeches nonsense!” I'll declare, Eve, I've almost fainted at seme of herviews; towards female suffrage they arecommunistic to the highest degree. I ordered two bolts of muslin this morning and will have the sewing woman cut the children’s underwear out on the bias. I heard you remark the other other day that you preferred bias trim-, ming. Miss Dunce savs that won’t do at all, but I am determined that your wishes shall be obeyed.Pray love, don’t call Tilden that oldbarnacle, not even in a private letter to me, as it might leak out and you may need his influence some day. Smith iswaiting for that word by telephone ; he is a dear fellow, keeps house beautifully. I think I’ll take a few lessons of him, especially in bread baking. I had awful luck yesterday. Ebenezer was screaming violently. 1 was mixing thedough, and two ladies called. I sent inword that I wasn't at home. I believe that’s the way you do when you don’t want to see ’em. Don’t, pray, get any more recipes for cake. Maria Amanda is always sick, and I'm sure it’s the cake she eats. You will observe I’ve changed the name of our residence, or rather Aunt Sophia has changed it for me. A door-plate man came to day and before I knew it she had ordered a new one (white ground, black letters) withthis inscription : “The Willows, Adam Theopolis Bolivar, Housekeeper. What shall we do about it? My separate purse and my own way won’t do me much good until you come home and get Aunt Sophia out of the house. Success to female suffrage and the suffragists. Yours in affliction, —Adam.E. S. L. Thompson.