PHOEBE PICKERING JENKS.

 funnily indignant, and said, I don't think much of you for a portrait
 painter, if you can't paint me without my staying here !"
 The children are generally very good and very willing sitters, but
 Mrs. Jenks recalls two exceptions, one boy and one girl, who were so
 obstinate and so disobliging that she had to ask
 them to do just the opposite of what she really de-
 sired. If she wished them to look toward her, she
 had to ask them to look away across the studio -
 whereupon they would face her squarely.
 For a portrait head, or head and shoulders, Mrs.
 Jenks has five to ten sittings," and the time of
 S... l painting averages about three weeks; for a full-
 LTTLE MIs HAYUEN. length portrait the time may run to a couple of
months, with ten to fifteen sittings. She always paints the entire
figure from life.
 And here that remarkable memory, which in childhood was a matter
for wonderment, is of great practical value for after painting from a
sitter in the morning, and the sitter has gone, the form, color, ex-
pression, all remain vivid in her memory, so that she can actually go
on painting through the afternoon as if the sitter were before her.
 The children of Mrs. Jenks' pictures are always in easy natural
attitudes, and yet they are very varied in pose and treatment. One
of her happiest arrangements is a group of three heads, three brothers
- the little sons of Mr. Mellen C. Pierce of Bangor- two dimpled
and smiling, one sober and shy. Mrs. Jenks does not usually exhibit
her portraits in public, but this was shown at the National Academy.
 Her charming Little Miss Searle," of Boston, is painted as if just
in from a winter walk on the Public Garden -in yellow-brown fur-
edged cloak, big brown hat with pale blue ribbons, and with her shin-
ing yellow hair in pretty disarray.
 "Master Macomber" wears a picturesque Rubens costume of tan
silk brocade, slashed with yellow-red velvet, and a broad yellow-red hat.
 "Master Bramen is painted full length, in a ruffled white blouse
and a suit of gray yelvet. He stands boldly against a white stuccoed
wall, both hands holding a cane behind him, and with a lordly air of
being quite able to face the whole world.