 Why did Mrs. Price carry around a baby?
Henry Infield placed the insulated circlet on his head gently. The gleaming rod extended above his head about a foot, the wires from it leading down into his collar, along his spine and finally out his pants leg to a short metallic strap that dragged on the floor. The gyro actually passed over a man's shoulder, through his legs, under his arms. The foetic gyro ball was worn day and night, for life. Yet for a nominal sum, the patient is equipped to hear the soothing recorded voice of his mother saying, 'It's all right, everything's all right, Mommy loves you, it's all right....'" Or suppose he's walking down a railroad track and hears a train whistle—if he can hear anything over that verbal pablum gushing in his ear." With that image over everything he sees and with that insidious voice drumming in his head night and day, do you mean to say that man's senses will only be impaired 23 per cent? Infield stepped into the main stream of human traffic and tried to adjust to the second change in the air. Many "Cures" were not readily apparent. A clean-cut young man with mouse-colored hair was moving toward the stubble-chinned, heavy-shouldered man quivering in the center of a web of impervium cables stuck secure to the walls and windows of buildings facing the street, the sidewalk, a mailbox, the lamp post and Infield. Mouse-hair yelled hoarsely, "Uncouple it, Davies! The magnetic suction dart dropped away from Infield like a thing that had been alive and now was killed. Mouse-hair drove a fast, hard right into the soft blue flesh of Davies' chin. People take one look at your Cure and don't ask you to go walking in the rain. It can't be removed without causing my death and it's indestructible. Price probably would never get crazed enough for liquor to kill himself, Infield knew. Men hide in the comforts of insanity, but when faced with death, they are often forced back to reality. "Twenty years ago, at least." "What'll you have, Georgie?" The Good Book says a little wine is good for a man, or something like that. It was useless to learn his Bible lessons to save his father, because it was obvious his father was dead. A man could cut his wrists with the edge of a sheet of paper if he tried long enough, so of course the Bible would be imaginary.
 It was a doll that functioned as her Cure for the trauma experienced after the death of her baby whose passing was as a result of Mr. Price's drinking.
 The baby was a mechanized half-human robot that functioned as Mrs. Price's Cure for the trauma she experienced after accidentally killing her real child.  It made her feel matronly, which was a kind of Cure for the trauma she had experienced as a child.  The baby was the child she had with her husband, George Price.  It was a doll that functioned as her Cure for the trauma experienced after the death of her baby whose passing was as a result of Mr. Price's drinking.