 Miss Beckett is probably feeling her way through the fogs and no doubt she will […] at least rise above the dreariness which characterizes her paintings at present.Another critic in 1925 took her to task over "a tendency to fuzziness and a certain weakness of drawing," but complimented her on "the best display she has made to date," especially "a view through the trees approaching the city in the twilight of a winter evening," which she as "nailed well.