"Won't you come near the fire ?" Morel jumped out of his armchair.
"Come and sit you here!" he cried.

"Come and sit you here!" "No, dad, keep your own chair.

Sit on the sofa, Gyp," said William.
"No, no!" cried Morel.

"This cheer's warmest.

Come and sit here, Miss Wesson." "Thank you so much," said the girl, seating herself in the collier's armchair, the place of honour.