It's that cheap perambulator.

I've arranged for a bath-chair man to come round with something stouter to-morrow--" Mrs.Redwood looked at him tearfully over the top of her handkerchief.
"A baby in a bath-chair ?" she sobbed.
"Well, why not ?" "It's like a cripple." "It's like a young giant, my dear, and you've no cause to be ashamed of him." "You've done something to him, Dandy," she said.

"I can see it in your face." "Well, it hasn't stopped his growth, anyhow," said Redwood heartlessly.
"I _knew_," said Mrs.Redwood, and clenched her pocket-handkerchief ball fashion in one hand.

She looked at him with a sudden change to severity.
"What have you done to our child, Dandy ?" "What's wrong with him ?" "He's so big.

He's a monster." "Nonsense.