Did you ever hear the story, gentlemen, of the scillonian sailor?'
I did not know that story of a scillonian and a river,' she said, coldly.
It was a Scilly youth—I mean a scillonian—who sat down on the river bank to wait for the water to go by.
This it is to be a scillonian, and to believe what you hear in church.
I asked a scillonian, half in fun, whether they always kept their lamps alight as late as half-past nine.