Read it through once

I was once asked to read a MS. novel written by a young lady. The work was hurried, scamped, unreal--in fact, it had every fault. Yet, there was something in it which made me think that there was hope for her. I therefore wrote to her, pointing out the faults, without sparing her. I added that, if she was not discouraged, but would begin again, and would prepare carefully the _scenario_ of a novel, fitted with characters duly thought out, I would give her such further advice as was in my power. The _very next day_ she sent me five _scenarios_. I have not heard from her since, and I hope she has renounced the Art whose very elements she could not understand.