if you mean me

  "Such as what?"   "A man that's born to be hanged is safe from drowning."   "Thank you for the compliment, Aunt Rachel, if you mean me. But, mother, I didn't tell you of my good luck. See this," and he displayed the dollar bill.   "How did you get it?" asked his mother.   "Holding horses. Here, take it, mother; I warrant you'll find a use for it."   "It comes in good time," said Mrs. Harding. "We're out of flour, and I had no money to buy any. Before you take off your boots, Jack, I wish you'd run over to the grocery store, and buy half a dozen pounds. You may get a pound of sugar, and quarter of a pound of tea also."   "You see the Lord hasn't forgotten us," she remarked, as Jack started on his errand.   "What's a dollar?" said Rachel, gloomily. "Will it carry us through the winter?"   "It will carry us through to-night, and perhaps Timothy will have work to-morrow. Hark, that's his step."   At this moment the outer door opened, and Timothy Harding entered, not with the quick, elastic step of one who brings good tidings, but slowly and deliberately, with a quiet gravity of demeanor in which his wife could read only too well that he had failed in his efforts to procure work.