I meant them for your supper.

Just look! Aren't they beauties ?" and he thrust his basket over the table and held it right under his father's nose.

The mud and green slime dripped on tablecloth and silver and on the bread, and even on Dr.Trenire's plate and the food he was eating.
The doctor's much-tried patience gave way at last.

"Look at the mess you are making--all over my food too! Look at the filth you have brought in!" he exclaimed angrily.

"Take it away! take it away! What do you mean by coming into the room in that condition, bringing a filthy thing like that and pushing it under my very nose when you see I am eating?
And why, Dan, once more, are you not here and decently neat, when a meal is ready?
It is perfectly disgraceful.