While Dean, a retired Pennsylvania police detective, was reluctant to return to law enforcement, Sheriff Jake Weller's retirement offered an opportunity not easily dismissed.
Dean followed his wife but she dismissed his concern.
Dean was replenishing the coffee and setting plates for late breakfast arrivals when Maria, their newly hired helper, arrived.
When Dean first introduced himself, the young lady continued with her engaging smile until it became obvious she had no idea what he was saying—even after he sputtered the half-dozen words of Spanish he knew.
"Guess I'd better brush up on my Spanish," Dean said, but Fred shook his head.
It was a beautiful smile that caused Dean to wonder what life the young girl had left behind.
He said nothing of his visit to Martha's room and busied himself on the stoop taping a "Dean for Sheriff" poster to a wooden stake before adding it to a growing pile.
As Dean entered the room, Pumpkin was filling his plate with baked goods.
Dean wondered if Bird Song could afford the food bill as he sat down and joined Pumpkin for a cup of coffee.
Dean continued to stare at her, waiting for further explanation.
"This," said Princess Ozma, "is my friend Mr. H. M. Woggle-Bug, T. E., who assisted me one time when I was in great distress, and is now the Dean of the Royal College of Athletic Science."
One morning there was a loud knock at Dean Swift's door.
He was a great admirer of Dean Swift, and took pleasure in sending him presents of game.
"Here's something else for the Dean," he said roughly, and tossed it into the servant's arms.
"The next time he comes," said the Dean, "let me know, and I will go to the door."
The Dean went to the door.
"See here," said the Dean in a stern voice, "that is not the way to deliver a message here.
Just step inside and make believe that you are Dean Swift.
Then, taking out his purse, he offered the Dean a shilling.
And the Dean also took the hint; for he always remembered to give the man a "tip" for his trouble.
Jonathan Swift, often called Dean Swift, was famous as a writer on many subjects.
And it seems to work pretty well, as author Dean Koontz noted when he observed, "Civilization rests on the fact that most people do the right thing most of the time." 3.
James Dean is locked in our minds with a cigarette.
Mr. Hutton introduced me to many of his literary friends, greatest of whom are Mr. William Dean Howells and Mark Twain.
You know it has long been my ambition to go to Radcliffe, and receive a degree, as many other girls have done; but Dean Irwin of Radcliffe, has persuaded me to take a special course for the present.