Read this paragraph from the story of my life, chapter 3. the journey, which i remember well was very pleasant. i made friends with many people on the train. one lady gave me a box of shells. my father made holes in these so that i could string them, and for a long time they kept me happy and contented. the conductor, too, was kind. often when he went his rounds i clung to his coat tails while he collected and punched the tickets. his punch, with which he let me play, was a delightful toy. curled up in a corner of the seat i amused myself for hours making funny little holes in bits of cardboard. how is this train journey to baltimore from chapter 3 different from the train journey to boston described in paragraph 1 of the story of my life, chapter 9? select all that apply. the story of my life, chapter 9 in the journey to boston, keller travels by herself. in the journey to boston, keller can “listen” to what is out the window. in the journey to boston, people on the train are unkind to keller. in the journey to boston, keller stays contentedly in her seat.