In Hirschengasse, which consists of only seven houses, there is a modest, but decent white goods store, which, like its neighborhood, is still untouched by the changes of the new era, in a somewhat meager prosperity and has sufficient popularity. When they say goodbye to every customer, even if they have been coming regularly for twenty years, they say the words: "Give me the honor again another time," and two or three old buyers go there now and then to get their needs ask for tape and braids in cubits and be served in cubits.