That smacked strongly of Lovin Child, sure enough.

Marie remembered the various devices by which she had kept him in his go cart.
She went closer and inspected the belt indignantly.

Just as she expected--it was Bud's belt; his old belt that she bought for him just after they were married.

She supposed that box beside the queer high chair was where he would sit at table and stuff her baby with all kinds of things he shouldn't eat.

Where was her baby?
A fresh spasm of longing for Lovin Child drove her from the cabin.