Even so slight a pleasure was denied him by a husky, "Stop that!" from his father.
Penrod sighed, and slid farther down.

He scratched his head, his left knee, his right biceps and his left ankle, after which he scratched his right knee, his right ankle and his left biceps.

Then he said, "Oh, hum!" unconsciously, but so loudly that there was a reproving stir in the neighbourhood of the Schofield pew, and his father looked at him angrily.
Finally, his nose began to trouble him.

It itched, and after scratching it, he rubbed it harshly.

Another "Stop that!" from his father proved of no avail, being greeted by a desperate-sounding whisper, "I GOT to!" And, continuing to rub his nose with his right hand, Penrod began to search his pockets with his left.