It does not matter.

Come into our house and rest after your long journey." Still erect, she stood on one side and pointed to the open door.
Jarvis laughed, but it was a laugh of relief rather than amusement.
"She shorely took you, Harry, for your great-grandfather, Henry Ware, the mighty woodsman and Injun fighter that later on became governor of the state.

I guess you look as he did when he was near your age.
I've heard her tell tales about him by the mile.

Aunt Suse, you know, is more'n a hundred, an' she's got the double gift o' lookin' forrard an' back'ard.

Come on in, Harry, this house will belong to you now, an' ef at times she thinks you're the great governor, or the boy that Governor Ware was before he was governor, jest let her think it." With the wrinkled forefinger still pointing a welcome toward the open door Harry went into the house.